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Finding Your Purpose – Hunter S. Thompson
Credit for Article and Feature Picture: On Finding Your Purpose: An Extraordinary Letter by Hunter S. Thompson (tranquilmonkey.com) Published unedited by Sir Peter James Dotcome. In April of 1958, Hunter S. Thompson was 22 years old when he wrote a letter on the meaning and purpose of life when asked by his friend, Hume Logan, for advice.
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Ireland, Snippets of History – County Wicklow.
Aside of the beauty and incredible ‘greenness’ of Ireland, there is the matter of its’ prolific and fascinating history. Today, we’ll make a wee journey through, not only recent, but also ancient history relating to an area, and more specifically an Irish village in County Wicklow.
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A Tailor’s Shoppe
Per chance, there was a day, when as I went, I espied, that there were a tailor’s shoppe along the way. Surely, I cried, this is the place that I should seek, to have those changes to my attire that I wish to make. Yet, many a day did go by, that I passed that
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Trail of Wilderness
Medieval Prose by sirpeterjames.com Along the trail of wilderness wandered I ,my heart did cry, who am, I who am I? Yet no reply, no reply came to my reporte. Yet did the wind call in its flight yonder. Is this the voice I seek, the voice of my thoughtse? Nay, surely not; the wind
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A Tailor’s Shoppe
Per chance, there was a day, when as I went, I espied, that there were a tailor’s shoppe along the waye. Surely, I cried, this is the place that I should seek, to have those changes to my attire that I wish to make.
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A Tailor’s Shoppe
The butterfly greeted the caterpillar, “Come let us fly”, warily the caterpillar replied, “Alas, I cannot fly, for I am a caterpillar”. “Hast a caterpillar wings”? The butterfly mocked. ”Of a truth you are no longer a caterpillar, but rather a butterfly. Come, let us fly…”
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The Layde Scarlett
The Layde Scarlett – A poem by Sir Peter James dotcom Scarlet, fairest of all maidens, that I perchance have set eyes upon. Within whose breasts beats a heart of care and tenderness Whose warm eyes have called out the cold sorrow from within my heart, to an embrace so inviting, that my fears were
Love Your Life Adopt Your Purpose 