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A comfort i’m seen as,
With four supports of mine.
A plea i make;
“Do not sit on me amiss”
And no part of me will miss.
With decor I am gay,
In a spot i stay,
Night and day.
Many weights
I have lifted.
Many heights,
I have also measured.
With me a home is complete.
Indeed, i’m a requisite.
Nice
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Thank you
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This is awesome, keep up the good work bro…
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Thanks
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chairs carry us.
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Exactly what i stated in this line “many weights i have lifted”
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you’re reminding me of everyone’s favorite…. MOVING π
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You mean?
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many weights have i lifted. – that line isolated reminds me of the act of having to move a home… pardon me for being off topic
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Alright, thanks for reading my poem anyway
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it’s a pleasure. pardon me if I’m WIERD.
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. . . You’re COMFORTING too.
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So cute you made the chair sound so lovely.
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Oh this is good. You’ve got a beautiful writing Ken
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Thank you Esther
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You’re welcome
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Very nice poem about a chair..well illustrated how it feels.
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