The Coffee CupA Poem by AnnalisaOriginlly written in March 2005.I’m the most prized possession in the house. It is my job to hold the holy liquid. People stumble for me first thing in the morning. They use me after every meal. And at the end of the day I’m cleaned, And stored safely away. I hear the best gossip, And I am a great therapist. I’m a good study buddy, And a favorite friend. I am the coffee cup. © 2008 Annalisa |
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