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- that new car smell
- the flea market
- this does
- more than the game
- put it to bed
- rose colored glasses
- getting out
- the oil painting
- nearly every year
- six months since your last visit
- i smell what's cooking
- the empty house
- the circus 1962
- don't touch
- the green
- yesterdays news
- then rise
- falling fast
- ironing
- the end of life
- about tomorrow
- it's about to rain
- so they say
- enough about me
- quiet bird
- it's only monday
- no land in sight
- the light
- i don't know
- some days you need a friend
- bring water
- an angel appears
- the suggestion box
- ghosts
- benign neoplasm
- mercy
- a place to grow old in
- dry land
- our plans
- true life
- friends fade
- the photo
- the red ball
- the nesting
- baked love
- No title
- the burning
- a higher power
- red roses
- tomorrow is a long ways away
- so many birds
- before dusk
- the fear
- the fence
- around we go
- smudges
- the old sailor
- just tired of war
- seconds are hours
- the yellow bird
- away from it all
- diving for pearls
- start again
- hands together
- why go there
- the silvered night
- angels
- the missing piece
- he's arrived
- the tall oak trees
- to wait. be brave
- sleep come upon me
- the onion in hand
- the train is off the tracks
- the tilted stones
- like Amelia
- through the glass darkly
- on the same page
- under my skin
- the long walk
- what can't be seen
- what i hear
- let the world go
- the weight
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters, with humor and pathos, emotional complaints of the soul 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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