The Chair
I have this recliner,
that I have to clean.
It belongs to my son,
and it's big and green.
He got it from his neighbor,
all dirty and smelly.
When I get it clean,
it will be good for Grace Kelly.
So clean,and fresh,it
will be.
When he sits in it,
he'll think of me.
He'll take it home,and
that will be all.
He will be in touch,the
very next day,
He'll thank me with,
a cell phone call.
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