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- the shell
- the apartment building
- beware
- sugar
- don't talk to me
- brown eggs
- true love
- it's Car On, not karen
- ti's windy
- the lost key
- who she is
- an orange book
- the lovers
- human kindness
- do the twist
- No title
- the ice cream cone
- you being here
- No title
- the small print
- taffy
- cracker crumb blues
- at 3 a.m.
- dashboard lights
- sign here
- rain some more
- stay clear
- indelible ink
- look ,balloons, pull over
- doing nothing
- the high wire
- easy rider
- you can't undo
- travel bug
- chickens
- i don't drink anymore
- getting out of the rain
- space cadet
- in the red
- three a.m.
- saved by war
- the puzzle pieces
- quiet
- smart turtles
- busy bees
- retirement party
- a knock at the door
- pointless celery
- holy water
- strange treasures
- cleopatra lite
- plums
- always late
- down they go
- the black credit card
- let's eat out tonight
- once upon a time
- beep
- the ones
- the cleaning ladies
- i got your small stuff right here
- easter egg hunt
- like me
- april hail
- yo, what's up?
- the office party
- my seer sucker suit
- grist for the mill
- don't call registry
- the mirage motel
- in the shuffle
- prom night
- enough said
- i'm alone now
- you've changed
- what are the odds
- on the ledge
- down to one
- a spoonful
- frozen food
- both ends
- fresh art
- a better person
- i'm not doing that anymore
- honest, i'm not angry
- freezer burn
- start anew
- the ants
- the serum
- the placid sea
- the yellow mg
- what's that?
- black and white
- the left hand
- the wishing well
- so you sleep
- so how about his weather
- yoga pants
- the poetry reading
- the black car
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters, with humor and pathos, emotional complaints of the soul 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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