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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Sunday, January 1, 2023
six dollars an hour
it was
a mere six dollars an hour,
but
we welcomed
it.
young,
the cold meant nothing,
as spades
and pics
broke
against
the iced ground.
at ten the sun rose high
enough
to soften it.
so we dug.
we dug all day.
we dug nine feet down.
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taking a mulligan on the 18th hole
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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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