our routines.
our set ways.
our feet
and hands
in concrete.
we're at last not
all over
the pace.
we know what we like
and dislike
and that's just
the way it is.
i worry about those
that don't
feel this way.
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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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