Eaton Bard

Wrong Company

It sat there on Tuesday
A brightly orange
Sofa
It appeared supple and soft
Inviting all to its
Comforts

Its arms were opened wide
But only the rain obliged

Wednesday they came took
Away.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 29, 2006
Poem Edited: Thursday, August 12, 2010

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