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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Monday, December 2, 2024
keeping score already
i forgive
you
the burnt toast
and spilled milk,
if you forgive me
for
putting my muddy boots
on the coffee
table
and stepping on
your cat.
it's early, but we're
keeping
score,
aren't we?
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we're halfway home
early Christmas morning
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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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