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when we were less afraid
baby talk
can I get an Amen?
everything must go
we need a reset on this planet
the long night in Baltimore
when we meet again
promises we can't keep
i used to be able to visit or call them
the long reign of Ernie
the rust of you
dumb and smart together
why things never really change
i want it now
the ties that bind
her love of ketchup
i leave her to it
mental illness is a pandemic
trouble at home
full service auto
a little off the top
i give up, you win
elbow to elbow at the bar
our mug shots
the rising tide of her
staring into space
somewhere in there is you
there's a new war on, but we're at the beach
the last slow dance
call me Larry of Arabia
twenty percent before taxes?
filling the void within
nine pregnancies
clandestine coffee clutch
lost but rarely found
bourbon blues
going haywire
the mulligan
you have a flat tire
i remember your muffins
the corn fields of Iowa
baking love
ocean front room?
I want to see the light
making war harder
a roll of the dice
what parents used to teach
have a lollipop, it's free
twisted empathy
what's the rush
bitter fruits
rosebud
you'd eat anything if starving
jars of dirt
the unfunny
just one stupid invention is all we need
celebrity sighting
things we can handle
pull the loose threads
there's no moral here
where's the Mrs.?
the miracle of the sun
smaller thinking at the think tank
everybody knows
what's another few billion
he's happy when i come home
thank you for your cheap labor
bring back the old west
conversation with a turtle
i used to be a fun guy, really
don't look at the eclipse Moe
keeping one eye open
the slippery floor
just one book
so far, i haven't heard back
the confessional booth
tap, spring, sparkling or hose?
PCH in Kingston Jamaica
marry into money
the benefit of old age
the price of business
the straight road
we were never friends, she tells me
Stand by Your Man
cracking a few eggs
the retirement community over 60
so what's the deal with her always being late
chasing money
it's raining again?
the first job, stop whining
sweeteners
no need to worry yet
it's just not the same
distant worlds in light
give me real milk
helping out the sketch artist after being robbed
and what have we here?
the mood we're in
the shoe always fits
more than half the problems
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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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