This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Texas chapter.
Find me tucked underneath the bellies of tables,
Sometimes sticking out just so
So that the spines of my back press perpendicularly into their edges.
Or find me with no back
Sometimes in the shape of a gumdrop popped into mouths.
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Don’t categorize me in the long stretches of availability,
Or by the combination of my feet.
I don’t care for any lengths wider than one of you,
Sturdy satisfies better than wondering if four, shapes, or two.
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I’ll hold you from the bottom
Up after the weary day,
But just from there.
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Answer: Chair