kid with the hand raised.
will
not change.
she or he
throughout their years.
will always
be smart,
will forever
be making known
that they
are here.
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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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