to disagree on just about
everything
under the sun.
but secretly despise
one another
when the day
is done.
once the conversation
has ended.
you'll go your way
and i'll go mine,
and never
the twain shall meet.
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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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