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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Thursday, November 17, 2022
the Japanese book
i get a book in the mail
from Amazon,
but i can't read it.
it's written in Japanese.
i flip
through the pages.
not a word in English.
do i keep the book,
or return it?
did someone in Toyko
get my book
by mistake?
the world is getting
smaller
everyday.
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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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