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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
Up the ladder:
Intrusion
Down the ladder:
Preserves for the basement (Poe Poetry)
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Posted: December 14, 2003 12:43 PM PST; Last modified: December 14, 2003 12:43 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.6051183 Overall Rank: 2289 Comments:
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<{Baba^Yaga}> @ 24.126.116.54
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14-Dec-03/5:30 PM
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Really good.
I like it, though I do not get the _need_, which seems important to the piece as a whole.
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