Best Beanbag Poems

I’m sitting on a beanbag chair;
It’s perfect for my derrière.
My back is leaning on the bed,
Supporting both my neck and head.

My first apartment had one, too.
My roommate bought it, for we knew
That friends would always pop on by
And need a place to sit or lie.

My...

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elderly people        some
         with walkers or canes,
teams opposite each other,
       smiling nervously
 on one side all blue shirts (mostly all)
    ...

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