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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Saturday, December 28, 2024
what wind blew you here?
what wind
blew you here? my love.
what
convenience of catastrophes
set your
sails
to this land,
where i am?
what vows were broken,
or unmade
to have you stand
before me
with all that charm
and beauty?
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chasing the last leaf fallen
no secret ingredients here
the cold cup
the carrot stick girl
no trumpets will fill the air
let's drink, let's eat
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the google search
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too many choices
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kissing Donna Reed
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the basement reading room
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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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