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My daughter sits before me,
on a pair of wheels.
And the pain in her eyes,
shows me all she feels.
She has shed her share,
and more, of tears.
And she has a wisdom,
beyond her years.
And I curse that chair!
Aye, I curse it well.
Yes, I curse that chair.
I curse it down to hell.
My daughter always asks me,
"Will I ever run?"
How can I tell her,
that day will never come?
So my little girl watches,
the other kids run and play,
while she sits on her chair,
and I hear her say....
I curse this chair!
Aye, I curse it well.
Yes, I curse this chair!
I curse it down to hell!

Copyright 1999 Heather Bahnmaier. All rights reserved

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