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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Thursday, August 6, 2020
no time to waste
it takes a small
hole to sink a ship.
just one word, that slips
from
a pair of
angered lips.
a look, a glance.
a sent message in haste.
that's all it takes,
to pick up
your hat
and leave with no
time to waste.
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eggs again
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start the revolution without me
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misunderstood
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giddy up
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just say no
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parlez vous
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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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