cybersharp

I once was a proper seat,
a bench as was,
oh that was neat,
I once held heat,
I once held love,
but my love,
was a dove,
It flew away,
and all I can say,
is snow is heavy,
Im only made out of cloth!

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The day the men,
moved me right here,
all I did, was sit, not stir,
the children laughed,
the adults stared,
one old man,
even glared.

Age's came and went in a blink,
wait, I dont have eye's,
or a brain,
how do I think,
nevermind,
I provide ages link.

Soon I will crumble,
soon I will decay,
and lose what is left,
of my poor sad cloth.

Then surprize!,
one glorious day,
I was repaired,
and moved again,
to a sunny land,
with cusions of hay,
oh what a happy day.

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