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Gentle Sir Philip Sidney, thou knew'st what belong'd to a scholler; thou knew'st what pains, what toil, what travail conduct to perfection.
About Me
- Piers
- West Tennessee, United States
- "I am grown at length to see into the vanity of the world more than ever I did, and now I condemn myself for nothing so much as playing the dolt in print . . . . There is nothing that if a man list he may not wrest or pervert. I cannot forbid any to think villainously, Sed caveat emptor, let the interpreter beware; for none ever heard me make allegories of an idle text."
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- Hawks Rd
- Iron Sharpening Iron
- I'm singing, I'm singing
- They're making me feel old
- Who said anything about a Honda Fit?
- Bike Route
- You never outgrow Legos
- A long ride
- Department of Unintended Consequences
- Budget "Crisis"
- Twelve Songs #VIII
- Ah, Respect
- I may use some of these.
- Boys 2: Live!
- Boys
- Father's Day
- Thanks to Friends
- huzzah! gear!
- I'm not glad to be right, but I was right.
- Post 501, or "Pedantry."
- Inauspicious
- Just call me "Dr. Rooter."
- We Have a Three Month Old
- yardwork
- Gearhead
- wakka wakka!
- Playing
- Goddess Fortuna
- How Lucky You Are
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