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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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- I'm French! Why do think I have this outrageous a...
- Whole drifts of pages
- What a lot a little music can do.
- Reaching for my wallet
- "The word doesn't scare me--limitation"
- all that cold ire, never once aired on a dare
- In which Piers is swamped.
- The one thing I'm going to say about the Big Vote ...
- Bear
- Big Plans
- Saturday, wait--
- Hey, isn't the light okay,
- Piers and the bedtime adventure
- It's about that time.
- Manila
- Equilibrium
- Observations Upon Dropping off Children at Day Care
- I bike bike
- Introductions
- Better not go to the Forum today.
- Words to live by, perhaps?
- Calvin's Dad
- To remind,
- 750 Words
- In which Piers joins the 21st Century
- It's Spring Break
- The Garden of Forking Paths
- Dr. Chris Hill explores rhetoric - Arts & Entertai...
- If we don't laugh . . .
- oh, this will be a fun s***storm to watch!
- Childcraft
- Spring Awards Banquet
- To review--
- Two Years
- This came across the transom today
- I Cannot Keep Decorum Personae
- pause
- Not all bad, then?
- I learn. I have learned. I will have learned.
- I can't see what you see
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