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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Thursday, November 23, 2017
the rain
a sheet
of rain falls across
the world.
but the world
spins on its axis.
the sun
comes into play.
the rain
will end. night
will
become day.
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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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