Nothing To WearA Poem by PeteAnd so the seasons went rolling on into summer, as one rambles into higher and higher grass. - Thoreauyour frigid, chap-lipped kiss your frozen embrace you turned a cold shoulder granting spring an inch as it passed the baton to steal a mile oh summer, with your hot, flaming temper fervent, wide-brimmed hat humid, saturated sense of humor steamy conversation sultry dance of seduction what a world with its two-faced smile beguiled winds of change whirled hair curled trees burled and passing flags unfurled .
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3 Reviews Added on June 19, 2024 Last Updated on June 19, 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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