Rock, Paper, ScissorsA Poem by PeteThe lichen on the rocks is a rude and simple shield which beginning and imperfect nature suspended there. Still hangs her wrinkled trophy. - Thoreaufirst you whipped out two slicing digits
i flung a sheet of five then came a fist of basalt no one won © 2023 PeteAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on September 20, 2023 Last Updated on September 22, 2023 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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