CouchA Poem by katnisscat
Couch
It wasn't special. It's cushions are cracked by an overweight man spending long, countless hours on it, moving. The fabric on it's legs were torn beyond repair by the old woman's' 3 cats. The leather that used to be gleaming was now dull from the several years it spent in goodwill. The springs were pushing through the bottom by a many kids bouncing on it and yelling "The floor is lava!" Or course, it was stained in more than one place by the new puppy. It wasn't very special. But now it is.
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