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Tran. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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And here I sit in my sitting chair,
An armless wooden failed repair.
Sores a grind of bone and cheap,
From junk pieces of a tree heap.
For what madness I do not know,
Must a chair be filled with woe.
A red bottom, I fear I'll face,
From a seat of devilish embrace.
But I think I shan't think such thoughts,
Of all that's thunk, but thought for naught.