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Mar 2014
'The couch

Last time I was here, we two
She and I, were sipping tea.
Old couch, so old and sad
You felt her warmth as did I
Poor old couch, she made fun of you
As she did me.
But, I loved her and because you held us,
I love you.
Written by
john Poignand
330
   James Marcro
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