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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Saturday, April 18, 2026
a flurry of thumbs
legible handwriting
is a thing
of the past,
you have to be at least
sixty years old
anymore
to write clearly in
cursive,
or even print a message.
but give
a child a keyboard
and away
we go,
all thumbs and fingers
in a blaze
of misspelled
words
and emojis.
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About Me
Stephen Chute
west springfield, virginia, United States
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters, and in no way represent any living or dead people...any similarities are simply coincidental.
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