the top,
and the sides, i used
to say.
leave a little
to comb,
to brush back.
now i just say,
everything goes,
take it all
with a very sharp shave.
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- 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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