a short poem
for a short
girl, with
a short fuse,
and hair without
curls. here it
is. take a bite
and run. a
slider poem,
like those
little burgers
at harry's
tap room.
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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.
1 comment:
love this one. you needn't be dr. suess for you to be doing what you do best - cut to the chase and tell it like it is, baby!
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