The Chair
There it sits in it's own little space
Not bothering anyone but it seems out of place
It was there yesterday dust all around
In the same spot there on the ground
People pass by it or stop and stare
Wondering why there isn't a pair
Day after day it sits the same way
Waiting for someone to take it away
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