to have
the right tool, the right
wrench
or hammer,
the proper
screwdriver, or pair
pliers.
so it is with words.
they can
either fix things
or make
things worse.
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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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