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Title within poem (as it would ruin the ending). |
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Stitches Member
since 2009-11-27
Posts 159United Kingdom |
Oh how you yield to please me, Such soft cushioned skin will bend, Though you stand proud for all to see, Constanr through any any passing trend. My soul support, my scaffold, Through the passing years, Though sometimes you may be cold As you witness my tears. Such lovely legs, so sculpted, Arms that always embrace, I need you not to be cultured, Just rest my tired disgrace. Oh how I love thee, And how you'll always be there, My silent, comfy statue, My trustworthy... Chair. Title - Chair. (An attempt at humour.) 'I feel like an animal, and I don't think that I get it. But one day I'll see you around.' |
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