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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Saturday, December 2, 2023
what you do know
with more
and more years, you realize
the shallowness
of your
knowledge.
how little you know
about life
about the world you live
in.
which is alright.
you make due with what
you do know,
the lessons
learned
by surviving.
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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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