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I am a cup
My home is a beautiful place
Where only the starved visit
I wish I were my brother
A silver-white plate
Whom the masters use at all time
The children are my friends
As they hurl me towards the other
When they are been teased
Yet, they wash me neat
Sometimes I drink hot water
Other times I drink cold water
I am made of plastic or glass
And I serve as a medium to quench taste.
If I fall from my house, I'll break,
If I stroll by the fireside, I'll melt
I have two pockets
You can slide your hands on each side
I am a cup,
And in the kitchen is where I reside.
© Ber NA Det
Where only the starved visit
I wish I were my brother
A silver-white plate
Whom the masters use at all time
The children are my friends
As they hurl me towards the other
When they are been teased
Yet, they wash me neat
Sometimes I drink hot water
Other times I drink cold water
I am made of plastic or glass
And I serve as a medium to quench taste.
If I fall from my house, I'll break,
If I stroll by the fireside, I'll melt
I have two pockets
You can slide your hands on each side
I am a cup,
And in the kitchen is where I reside.
© Ber NA Det
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