the world
finds a way
somehow
to go forward
despite
the evil
and darkness
that rises
every day,
with child
like thinking
you wish that
everyone
could live
in peace
and die only
in their old
age.
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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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