without legs
life
finds a way
to swim
with fins
or fly on wings,
or slide about
as snakes
upon a rounded
earth,
what are you
missing
that makes you
who you
are?
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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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