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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Tuesday, June 1, 2021
the in crowd
i'm off the party list,
at last.
no longer invited. i've
cancelled
too many times
in the past, so now
i'm no longer
part of the gang, the in
crowd.
the fun bunch.
i never thought i'd
be free.
but finally i am.
so done with that.
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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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