the silly
birthdays arrive. cakes
and cards.
balloons and small
gifts wrapped
with ribbons and bows.
the candles are lit,
we heave
and blow.
we make a wish.
the song gets sung.
another year,
another
promise broken.
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- breaking point
- the tropics
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- my rose colored glasses
- a square of metal
- given time
- is this life
- the rare light
- it's quiet here
- his garden
- go left go right
- game on at four
- mush
- romancing the past
- stalker
- the earth spins
- dog beach
- the new prehistoric
- snow day
- the same feeling
- hold on
- another day
- the sickness of her
- from a window
- love balloon
- bread on the table
- knockout
- family dsyfunction
- for anyone to see
- adrift at 5 a.m.
- wating their turn
- the road we're on
- unslept
- a mere tick
- the merry go round
- nights like this
- love child
- how it goes
- to all of us
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- something to do
- the hidden
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- find an answer
- trust, like ice
- picking oranges
- the paperwork
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- hiding
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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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