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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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2008
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December
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- New Year Letter (1)
- "Good Enough"
- Take it up again.
- Twelve
- crumbs
- For the Time Being, Part 2
- Merry Christmas
- Noel
- Happy Holidays from Little Red
- meta
- For the Time Being
- Little Red Has Laid Down the Law
- How to create a hyper Little Boy
- To reiterate
- Throw another log on the fire
- Magic City
- 159
- For our new restructured department . . .
- Tinsel
- Memory
- Piers's Picture of the Year
- What I learned about myself from Fall 2008
- Experiment with growing a beard
- Don't think
- I can quit anytime
- Pasko
- Those moments are few.
- chaff.
- The Letter
- white knuckled
- Swell.
- Gradebook.
- A room of one's own
- It is most true
- Mein Hemd
- Nine Months
- But do you recall...
- fallen leaves
- Shifting Deck Chairs
- Rasselas II
- Sometimes it clicks.
- Rasselas
- sonnet
- Lines
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