the morning coffee
is
good
against the back drop
of quiet.
a blue
sky
rises
against the yellow sun.
the bare
trees
reach and bend
towards another day.
we do
too.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters, and in no way represent any living or dead people...any similarities are simply coincidental.
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