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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Saturday, April 18, 2026
i need you to do something for me
it's just
a small favor.
a please,
can you do something
for me
request, that comes with
a smile
and gentle hand
upon my shoulder,
but already
my mind is working
overtime,
trying to find an excuse
to get out
of it,
whatever the favor
might be.
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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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