nothing
surprises
you
too much
anymore,
but
kindness.
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- genius at work
- deviled eggs
- lap dog
- steal this
- someplace warm
- easter egg hunt
- a language of her own
- who you are
- on the street
- fighting tactics
- cinammon rolls
- the incubators
- it's complicated
- the wrecking ball
- the runner
- the landscaper
- the happy ending
- her own rain
- in the woods
- a bar of soap
- land line
- things to come
- bread
- good to go
- frozen meatballs
- cold eggs
- in disguise
- row boat
- the black and white cat
- life on mars
- the gift
- the after glow
- balloon ride
- the good son
- looks like rain
- lost numbers
- too tired
- you come around with your pink lips and grin your ...
- work
- the empty hand
- gamble
- the burglar
- mouse traps
- two people in one
- discount doc
- almost here
- first lunch
- motion detector
- twilight
- the open safe
- the rattle
- out of the rain
- wanting more
- the contractor
- ticking quietly
- exploding tires
- mice
- fly me to the moon
- retail therapy
- exits
- surrender
- a symphony
- the unwritten note
- it's all about me
- look at that
- this ain't a library
- they slip away
- Habemus Papam
- No title
- perhaps
- give me some time
- i like where i am
- the bee hive
- fireflies
- going away
- twenty seven inch drop in stove
- just a word
- starting tomorrow
- kindness
- waiting for an answer
- doctor visit
- nine lives
- you go out early in the morning to fetch some brow...
- who i am
- i could use a drink
- what's coming
- becoming you
- clear water
- pink sheets
- gold watch
- what they used to be
- the drowning
- don't take her home
- fried chicken to go
- the snooze
- journal entry
- the wind
- it's so nice out
- but...
- who he is
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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