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- every six months
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- knitting a scarf
- No title
- love me as i am
- the cold stone
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- an oval moon
- equality
- there is no next time
- apartment 1021
- dog bites man
- you want her near
- this fading light
- theology in the morning
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- on bald tires
- angel wings
- let it snow
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- slightly off
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- under the ice
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- good morning
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- monday
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- going somewhere
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- you wait for rain
- her list of lovers
- eggs are okay
- recess
- one more thing
- that mountain over there
- run away bride
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- cold snap
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- the key
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- your valentine
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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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