shoe
in the road makes me wonder
how and why
it got there.
who loses one shoe
and makes
it home?
so goes the red heel
beneath
my bed.
i have no clue.
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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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