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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Wednesday, November 8, 2023
why nothing changes
the reason
nothing ever really changes
is because
we all die
and everything we
learned,
all the wisdom we
acquired
is gone, like ashes
in the wind, away
it flies.
and the next generation
is left
to start all over again.
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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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