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Reclining Chair
Remember the day that you brought me home to stay.
Every time you set in me, I heard you stop and say.
Chair you are so soft and I rest easy within you.
Lazily you reclined and I caressed, so gently too.
I know that you care for me as deeply as you show.
Neatly you kept me, shampooing me, head to toe.
I have no idea what ever happened to the love you had.
Now I set waiting, in the corner, did I do something bad?
Granted I have become an old chair maybe you became sad.
Carefully you replaced me with a bigger and brighter chair.
Hearing you say that he was on sale, a bargain so fair.
Again, you scrub him and me, so I know you still care.
I know my days are limited, because of the size of this room.
Recliners come and go. That is our dilemma and perilous doom.
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Cecil Hickman
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