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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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September
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- Adventures in parenting, vol. 8
- "How's the semester going?"
- In which Piers wonders how he landed in a politica...
- Cold, tired, and sore
- crumbles
- thou mak'st my cheek blanch--
- Adventures in parenting, vol. 7
- It behooves us to be kind
- Vale, vale
- This is a true statement
- "Neither can his mind be thought to be in tune, wh...
- Adventures in parenting, vol. 6
- When I woke into my life
- Prospero to Ariel
- Adventures in parenting, vol. 5
- Putting them in a row
- Adventures in parenting, vol. 5
- Soybeaning Day Two
- Hey! It's that soybeanny time of year again!
- Two Red
- Grab your life vest
- Atropos
- Be not deceived--
- spend, spend, spend
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