reclusive, a legend, a land mark of town not a one knew him, gossip'd fingers they'd point, schooled well town's away, he cleaned up the streets, beer caps, bottles, mufflers made ends meet. . . silent an private framed on fourteen size feet, see six penny Pete's got a story not told the diner's back door he goes there to eat, silent lips been with him all of these years, a painful past that emptied all of his tears, such is the story of six penny Pete. . . .