Behind the Chair

BEHIND THE CHAIR

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I heard her voice behind the chair
say, “It’s not me, I am not there!”

So I looked here and I looked there;
I looked for her everywhere.

But then the voice spoke once again
as if a ghost had crossed this plane

and said, “Gramps, not behind the chair,
you have to look for me downstairs!”

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