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Couch


We tend to overlook this average piece of furniture For the focal point of the room is often the television It doesn't mind to be sat on, laid on, drinks spilled on The support offered when we don't feel like standing The laziness supported when we don't feel like doing Who knew a piece of furniture could mean so much? The sleep gained The laughter shared The love made The memories made The lowly couch with it's lumps, bumps, interesting smells, and crumbs It's leather, fabric,, vinyl, what have you Humble, not asking for attention Like that loud television We owe it to the couch For doing so much
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