while fishing
she says I want to find someone
I can grow old with.
a true love
to live out my golden
years. to walk hand in hand
towards the end.
what about a cat, you suggest.
casting your line into another
part of the blue pond.
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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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