a warm hand,
a soft kiss, the whispered
words
of good night,
i love you
are blessings in
this world,
helping to ease
the rest of what
we must
endure.
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- the red glove
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- she knits the world away
- the same stars
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- how to die
- a toast
- the new box
- indecision
- the fish
- his shoes
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- no guilt
- another new year
- the guys
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- all the buttons
- spare change
- the heirloom plate
- the vault
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- top of the stairs
- two years ago
- his plan
- strong love
- bread crumbs
- go back to bed
- while scraping ice
- the watches
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- another song
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- in deep water
- she gives us all her love
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- on the other side
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- so long ago
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- risk and reward
- making the grade
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- the restraining order
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- candy cane slippers
- just be happy
- in the morning
- keepsakes
- i want that
- out of time
- rolling the dice
- so true
- i want to be wooed
- your ear nose and throat specialist
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- one empty seat
- fatherhood
- house for sale
- the different moon
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- take me back
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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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