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by Angelina Locke

He sits in that chair, to remember,
for she was the love of his life,
for this was her chair,his beloved,
he remembered the love of his wife.

He gazed from that chair to the garden,
where she had often watched him work
he remembered the look she would give him,
while she sat and pondered his worth.

And in his chair he is waiting,
for an angel to take him away,
so until his love reunited,
in their chair he will stay.

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