Wet WhistleA Poem by PeteWhen a dog runs at you, whistle for him. - Thoreauwhisper your brazen, unkosher lies take me air surfing on faux, red skies we know today tomorrow is a surprise whilst angels throw gutter balls, pass me some of your cold, leftover french fries as a forked time lies down and cries whilst truth weeps and eternity dies clutching a frayed, ketchup blanket the best way to get rid of a weed is to grab and yank it © 2024 PeteAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on July 8, 2024 Last Updated on July 9, 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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