More Than Lint (Or So I'm Told)A Poem by Pete“Our thoughts are epochs in our lives; all else is but as a journal of the winds that blow while we are here.” - Thoreaublind to every other woman that i meet i blew you a kiss from across heaven's street i watched you catch it and wear it 'round your neck like a locket but then you took it off and stuffed it deep down into your pocket hearts and pockets can both have lint along with a hole or so i'm told © 2024 PeteAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on March 5, 2024 Last Updated on March 5, 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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