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I remember when I was little,
I had a cup,
Its edges were brittle,
I used it so much,
It was my friend,
I took it everywhere I went,
It had a little straw,
The color was green,
It was my…
Perfect plastic cup,
Nothing could come between us,
My cup and I,
We were inseparable,
These were some serious ties,
A boy and his cup.
The day Mom wanted to throw it away,
I thought I would cry,
I wanted my cup to stay,
She wiped away my tears,
And handed me a bag,
I opened it slowly and then I saw,
Inside was a cup…WITH A STRAW!
Perfect plastic cup,
Nothing could come between us,
My cup and I,
We were inseparable,
These were some serious ties,
A boy and his cup.