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“I must go in. The fog is rising”
Emily Dickinson
Night on the Bench
Surrounded by misty air
Missed the last fare
Sitting on the park bench
Wishing I had worn a trench
The eerie surroundings
Leaving my heart pounding
Not a soul in sight
On this mystical night
Wrapping my coat tighter
My mood getting lighter
I hear some noises
A car approaches
Finally, I have a ride!
Posted in Seat Sunday
“A table, a chair, a bowl of fruit and a violin;
what else does a man need to be happy?”
Albert Einstein
A Seat fit for a Queen
A royal chair look-alike
A regular seat in disguise
A very clever ploy
For this seatly decoy
Posted in Seat Sunday
“If it’s the right chair,
it doesn’t take too long to get comfortable in it”
Robert De Niro
Little Red Chair
“If the chair fits
Sit on it!”
Oh, little red seat
Your presence us greets
You are so sweet
Such a visual treat
Even the photo turned out neat
That I just had to tweet
Rantings Of A Third Kind 