Chair, poem (269/365)

Dear chair,
Do you ever get
Mad about my butt
Being there
If I don’t
Say it enough
Thank you
You are
The only
Reason I seem
To float in air
Your support is magical
Loving kisses,
From the person
Who sits on you

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