Sing, Sang, Song, SungA Poem by PeteMost men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them. - Thoreaudraw near as i tell about yesterday being the song i heard today a time to keep it playingtomorrow a chance for the one i've yet to hear just saying © 2024 PeteAuthor's Note
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Added on March 25, 2024 Last Updated on March 25, 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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