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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Sunday, January 10, 2021
the expiration date
there is an expiration
date on the side of the can,
the package.
the box.
even friendships
can run their course
go sour, go soft,
no longer a part of what
you want,
their value lost,
and then of course,
there's us.
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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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