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The Chair That Is My Life

November 1, 2010
By Anonymous

My family is a rocking chair.
My Mother is the bottom curved pieces, swaying things back and forth.
My Aunt is the back rest, you'd fall without her.
My cat is the armrest, always there to lean on.
I am the decorations, a beautiful addition.
And my Father is the glue, not visible, but always holding things together.
Together we make something people use to put the babies to sleep,
and something everyone enjoys.


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