the slip
of tongue, the loose
word
dropped
in sight
to be heard and seen
is done,
now what
is there to do,
but wait
and wonder what's
next, what's
to come.
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- my friends across the sea
- no more
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- a circle of friends
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- no such luck
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- a day or two, at most a week
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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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