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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Wednesday, October 6, 2021
getting what's due
there could be a hell,
a heaven too.
i'd like to think that both
are true.
a place
for good people
and one for bad.
it makes sense, when you
think about it.
karma and all that,
everyone getting
what's due.
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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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