Ode to a Rug

Once you were beautiful, ivory, and clean.  You were purchased from IKEA with birthday money from my mother and it makes me sad to see you go.  But now, you’re not so ivory anymore, my bedroom is small and carpeted and I don’t need you.  So it’s off to the dumpster you go.  I will miss you.

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