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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Thursday, October 18, 2018
the horses pull
all day
at the plow.
the earth
needs to be dug.
things planted.
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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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