Rolled And LitA Poem by PeteIf a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away. - Thoreau with flaming fingers they lit up their instruments smoking a rolled song © 2024 PeteAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on April 15, 2024 Last Updated on April 15, 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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