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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Thursday, July 4, 2024
paying respects
they leave
things
at the marker, the tombstone,
the grave
when paying
respects
on some birthday,
or holiday.
flowers
and pints of brandy.
pictures,
mementoes of some
sort.
but rarely, if ever,
do hands reach
to take them
or reciprocate.
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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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