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I was 3 when my life was flipped upside downI never got to sleepover at a friends house or Ride a bike or been ask to danceNever got to chase my brother or play like a normal kid 
The chair Ironically sits alone in the darkness of the room. The chair Once proud and rich  Is now rubbed down and squeaky The chair sits alone No one to rock it
How do you make sense of an upside down chair when the sky sees the surface that belongs to the eyes of the earth put it right side up again and then finally it is useable yellow chairs bowing to the trees
Oak wood standing tall against gusting winds that try to force it down
Made from the measured cut of an oak tree, Leather hide, Hammer and nail,  Sweat and blood, Is the old wooden chair. It's where I was cradled; It's where i was fed;
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