the clock has
wings when we're together.
the hours
are minutes, the days
swim by.
we hardly
spend a moment alone
when it's time to leave,
time
to say farewell
until next time,
give
a kiss goodbye.
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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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