sometimes
bad luck
comes in
threes.
the broken
lace, the flat
tire, the spilled
drink upon your
sleeve, but
good things
too can arrive
in threes,
like when
you kiss me,
then again and
once more
just before you
blow a kiss
and leave.
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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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