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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Thursday, October 3, 2024
when everything is fine
i try
so hard to block out
the foolish
things i've said and done
over a lifetime,
i try to push
those thoughts away,
block them out of my
mind.
but they're determined
to stay,
rising their little ugly
heads, just
when everything seems
fine.
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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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