Restless FugitiveA Poem by PeteWhen a dog runs at you, whistle for him. - Thoreau'round messy, untucked corners running hiding not abiding gasping for air ever running away weight of the world hunted haunted wanted this convicting thing called life with all of its pain and strife stabbing like a blunt knife punitive unremunerative damned and shackled restless fugitive © 2025 PeteAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on February 3, 2025 Last Updated on February 3, 2025 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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