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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Wednesday, January 17, 2024
come over here and sit
i should fix
the wobbly leg of that chair.
the one
everyone wants to sit in when
they pay a visit.
a simple screw
or nail,
or dollop of glue
should do the trick.
i'm weary of saying
to others,
please, not that chair.
come over here
and sit.
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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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