InfectiousA Poem by PeteI would rather ride on earth in an ox cart, with a free circulation, than go to heaven in the fancy car of an excursion train and breathe a malaria all the way. - ThoreauNo need to blow smoke up my arse. Things have gone way beyond a farce. No reason to pound sand. It's all throughout this land. Invading existence like a bad dream. The only thing that can help me now is ... ... steam ... © 2020 PeteAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on April 5, 2020 Last Updated on April 6, 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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