humility and grace
seem like ancient ideas
these days.
everyone has a horn to blow,
and blow
they do, no matter how
thin their glory
might be.
everyone a king
a queen,
there are no losers
anymore, the world is
full of winners
no matter how bad
the score becomes.
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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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