My Favorite Chair
My Favorite Chair
If My favorite chair could talk,
I think that it would share,
All the hardship it does endure,
being my favorite chair.
its soft wide lips would openly speak,
of all i would share with it every week,
the biscuit crumbs, the news paper,
the letters ive tossed aside..
And if you listened hard enough,
it would take the chance to tell,
its sweet revenge,
for them dints and bends,
is hiding all my coins and pens.
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