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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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- Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
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- to Moto 1986
- stubble
- Let us not talk falsely now
- Soul and Body Know No Bounds
- You better look out below!
- A bent nail
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- Little Red and Little Boy, with Guest Star Piers
- pwned!
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3 comments:
The Chris version of Andrew.
I never believed it, but this picture proved me wrong.
I love that boy (the big version and the little version). I like the picture posted under "About me" too! Such greatness in a small body! It is O.K. to take risks, really.
What a great picture - a reminder of a special time and place. And the fact that it is the spitting image of Andrew (not counting hair color) is not too surprising. You are both very, very special and cut from some special cloth. Thanks for sharing this Chris - it makes my old heart be glad!!!
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