winter words
do not bother me, nor
the cold
shoulder
and the stiff breeze
that comes
when you
enter the door.
the frost of your nature
will melt.
none of this means anything
to me.
by summer
you'll be gone.
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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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