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Well it's the reason for tears on your face
Well it's the reason for no embrace
Well it's the reason for no sunlite skies

Well it's the reason for your frown
It's the reason you are so down
It's the reason you're no clown

The recliner is totally down
Caput, Colapse, 
And it's no surprise


Tears coming from your eyes
Part of you has died
Lying on the carport

Waiting to be buried
With memories inside
If that recliner could talk
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Fraser Avatar
August 21, 2009 at 8:54 AM
Kool write Sara, gve me a little chuckle also>>James
Pickett Avatar
August 18, 2009 at 7:34 AM
Powerful write Sara... You are among my top five fav poets friend... Strong voice, wonderful word-play and inspirational style.......:JP]
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August 18, 2009 at 6:57 AM
I'm sure a lot of people own an old recliner that is ready to die....but funny how attatched some people get to that favorite chair!! Like getting rid of an old friend! ~ Carrie
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