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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Sunday, November 10, 2024
a crisp warm bill in the dryer
it's nice
to find a crisp and warm
twenty
dollar bill in the dryer.
hard
earned money,
lost, but now
found,
it feels like a gift from
above.
a lucky find
that went around
and around.
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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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