Ugly and Old couch,
What an unfortunate mess you are.
Faded cotton candy, seared sienna, and old lady hair blue;
All mushed together
In a dusty, miserable sack.
Sand paper cloth and plank wood cushions,
Splinters my sight and blurs my feel.
Made in 1982.
What were they thinking?
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