This Heat Is Absolutely Killing MeA Poem by PeteOne must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter. - Thoreaua bald sun hid behind pouting clouds melting into a sudor of oblivion
you could cut the ambience with a chain saw i swear i was sweating grenades smoking an ordnance of cigarettes with plenty of "ifs" and no "butts" as i fanned myself with barbed wire a real nuclear offensive never a white flag around when you need one © 2024 PeteAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on January 16, 2024 Last Updated on January 17, 2024 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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