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Submitted by Nora West on Sat, 04/21/2012 - 00:33

Two chairs sit in the deserted garden,
Standing out starkly against the dark earth,
Transplanted from thier familiar living room.
Stolidly unconcerned in thier oddity,
They wait, arm on arm, for someone to be seated,
Where no one ever goes.

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I loved this! It's fantastic--I want to know more about the chairs. Haha! I love the last two lines.

-Homey

Dude, I can't wait to hear more from you! You seriously have a gift for putting stuff into words; and the reader can picture exactly in their mind's eye of what you're talking about. :D <3

Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh