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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Saturday, April 29, 2023
too much talk
less is always more,
in most
things, of course.
too much
food
or drink
takes its toll. the buttons
tight,
the belt too short.
whereas too much
talk
reveals
the soul.
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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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