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RESTING IN THE CORNER,
WORN BUT WELL PRESERVED,
A HAND MADE GIFT,
FROM LONG AGO,
MOTIONLESS IN PLACE.
MADE OF WOOD,
CARVED WITH CARE,
HERE SITS THE ROCKING CHAIR.
MANY SAT,
STILL MORE WERE HELD,
SWAYED BACK AND FORTH,
CHILDREN OFF TO SLEEP.
NOW THEY ARE GONE,
WHO CAME BEFORE,
ONLY MEMORIES.
THE CHAIR AWAITS,
ITS CHANCE AGAIN,
TO SWAY BACK AND FORTH,
TO AND FRO,
GIVING COMFORT TO ALL WHO SIT.
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THE ROCKING CHAIR
THE ROCKING CHAIR
