Play The PiperA Poem by PeteEnemies publish themselves. They declare war. The friend never declares his love. - ThoreauHear him coming. See him go. In his pleated kilt. Blood about to be spilt. Bayonet in one hand. Bagpipe in the other. Only enough breath for one ... © 2020 PeteAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on March 29, 2020 Last Updated on March 31, 2020 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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