My mom sat on her throne, which was passed down from her husband, two couches and one chair, in the middle of the room. For years she sat in the middle of the room, sitting in her chair for all to see. When company would come to see her, her place in the house was on her throne. Over the years, her throne became decrepit. It began to lose its shine. It leaned to one side and didn’t swivel with the greatest ease anymore.
The mighty throne was small and started to fall apart.
Then one day the elder son brought a new and mighty throne. It shined with the brilliance of a mighty throne, brown and bold. It didn’t swivel, but it rocked and reclined and was a mighty throne. The mighty throne has been seen by one and all. Many came to see the new throne. All was happy in the land.
—Randy Long
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