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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Monday, December 2, 2024
even from the ground
when
i used to climb
the forty
foot ladder to scale
a slate
roof
on a cold, windy,
wet
day.
i would pray.
dear Lord, protect me
as i work
today.
and still,
years later,
i say it now,
even from the ground.
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what wind blew you here?
you will be tonight
deciding what to do next
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let us bow our heads and pray
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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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