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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Tuesday, December 20, 2022
one thing well
to do one
thing well is a blessing
in life.
whether
hammering
a nail.
or grinding metal
at the factory.
the baker
up all night
icing
his wares.
one thing well.
that's all you need
to make
a lifetime
rich
and fulfilled.
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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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