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My Old Leather Couch
+there's an old couch
thrown out
on the street
nobody sits on it
[/font]not even bums+
I never bought it
It was handed down
Someone destroyed it
then they threw it out
The focal point of this house
My old leather couch
It's full of cigarette burns
When you sit,
it feels like your bottom is being devoured
It's dusty and worn-out
My old leather couch
When she called,
she asked,"Are you sitting down?"
They broke into our house
All they stole was the couch
My old leather couch
thrown out
on the street
nobody sits on it
[/font]not even bums+
I never bought it
It was handed down
Someone destroyed it
then they threw it out
The focal point of this house
My old leather couch
It's full of cigarette burns
When you sit,
it feels like your bottom is being devoured
It's dusty and worn-out
My old leather couch
When she called,
she asked,"Are you sitting down?"
They broke into our house
All they stole was the couch
My old leather couch
Published 19th Jun 2012
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