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My chair (Free verse) by somemorepoetry

The ghosts of evening Slide under the door Reminding my brother He has been here before His head rests on my chair Where I sit, usually, To clip my toenails He will remember to go home When the shade of smoke and whiskey fades I will not forget, though He needed my chair

<{Baba^Yaga}> 14-Dec-03/5:30 PM
Really good.




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