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The cold reality of being furnature...
Today the seams are seamingly tight,
and I am covered in cloth so bright.
My arms are soft, and my legs are strong,
now my family won't be long.
My price tag on, the people stare,
"Oh look at that! Over there!"
The money is paid, the box is closed,
in the living room I am soon posed.
"Put it here! Put it there!", they say to the men.
I find my home, sitting in the den.
They sit and they squirm, to find their spot,
then up comes Rover, HE'S ABOUT TO SQUAT!
The man runs over to save the day.
God, that stupid dog is gay.
Now we watch NCIS,
my family and I now get to rest.
Over the years, I break right in,
now fitting perfectly with my kin,
until one day, when they bring home
a brand new chair, leaving me to roam.
So now I sit on a snowy street,
when life before seemed so neat.
Is this the end for this good seat?
Is this the end for this good seat?
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