mice
in the cellar
squirrels
in the attic
and me and you
living
some sort of life
in the middle.
such noise we
all make
going about our
days, our nights.
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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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