my thumb and finger
as i often
do,
to turn the page
of an
old book.
the parchment
dry,
but the words
still
the same.
i'll etch it once
more
into my eyes, let it soak
again into my
brain.
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- reboot the day
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- congressmen and women, oh my
- tax dollars well spent
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- when no one is at the wheel
- seventh grade P. E.
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- one boot in front of the other
- a light tap on the wrist
- i need new material
- the city zoo
- do you want pickles with that order
- when i was young, when i was poor
- fresh old words
- the child who has his own
- the late bloomer
- hide the kids
- feeding the wildlife out back
- the lone wolf syndrome
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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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