ice bergs set afloat
in this
cold sea,
just a small part of us,
is ever seen.
few, if any
ever know
what lies below.
who we really are,
until they hit us
the wrong
way
and then they sink
and down
they go.
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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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