the comfy chair,
the table in the hall that
wobbles,
held steady
by a match book cover.
the bent spoon,
the chipped cup.
the frayed lamp, that
shimmies on and off.
it's hard to
get rid of friends that have
been there since
day one,
though now old
and cranky, under the weather,
always with a problem
for you to solve.
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