PerfidyA Poem by PeteI sat at a table where were rich food and wine in abundance, and obsequious attendance, but sincerity and truth were not; and I went away hungry from the inhospitable board. - ThoreauMy face pressed profoundly up against not-so-ancient, stained glass. I see truth's family gathering for supper. The table is set. Cold leftovers is what I get ... © 2019 PeteAuthor's Note
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Added on October 4, 2019 Last Updated on October 12, 2019 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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