![]() PerfidyA Poem by Pete![]() I 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. - Thoreau![]() ![]() My 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 Author![]() PeteBoston, 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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