i see his
hat
blow off in the wind.
he chases it
down the boulevard.
as it spins wildly
gaining speed.
it's that kind
of day
today.
that kind of world
this year.
hold onto your hats
my friend.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters, with humor and pathos, emotional complaints of the soul 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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