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May 2012
I bounce the energetic toddler on my knee.
His diapered ****
Is cushioned nicely against my lap
And he feels seated.

I let my **** rest on the wooden platform
Supplied with a comfortable place to put my back
And I feel seated.

I watch the cat curl around itself
Winding her tail to reach her nose
On the couch
And she feels seated.

After a long day’s work
My father stares longingly at the slender back
Curving elegantly into a wide ****
Resting on four sturdy legs
And decides to sit.
Inspired by a conversation about "what makes a chair a chair?" I decided to offer my own definition.
Mariya Timkovsky
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Mariya Timkovsky
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