the workshop
is hard.
the words come out of these
hands,
those hands,
those minds and hearts.
leaves
on trees fluttering
down
in the autumn of their
lives.
dreams
of fame, of fortune
don't appear, just a nice
word or two,
well done,
we like it, can't
wait to read more,
is all most
of us want to hear.
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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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