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[aid] => mick
[title] => THE NEW-OLD CHAIR
[time] => 2004-09-04 01:19:08
[hometext] => just imagining what kind of conversation chairs might be having between themselves...it sounds weird I know... please be honest if u don't like IT!
[bodytext] => I am a big wooden new-old chair I am strong and a coloured-brown My first birth hurt so much- the nails and small wood-parts that was screwed into me. But... my protection lies in the cotton the soft and fluffy wool in my bark- but... it seems to change from white to grey day after day. My old woman sits on me every single day, relaxes on me with the weight of her body She lays her head on me I feel her warm hands all over my shoulders then she dozes off. Snoring and serving a sound sleep I reckon she went walking again her daily exercise... I have a good friend of mine in front I met her here- she's been here before me in this old house, she's been used and used I consider her as my colleague and my aide You know, I still look new for this long term new as in newcomer- She looks old and in pieces, I'll say she is old her stitches are torn and her white has become brown completely I would be so proud of myself- if I was here ahead of her, to see how new she must have looked There's always a wood theory- You look new, when you are new then, you become older and older until... And then we get thrown away into the trash But soon- the nailer will come again! [comments] => 2 [counter] => 184 [topic] => 43 [informant] => 03614 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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