Ghandi at some point
let out
a string
of curse words when he
stubbed
his toe
on his bed post
when getting
up to
go meditate before
the sun
came up.
i'm no different, though
i sleep in
longer.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters, with humor and pathos, emotional complaints of the soul 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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