Ephemeral Me

My life depends on how fast you unload
Ephemeral me; who prays for either too hot or too cold
I sustain such extremes for my survival
I pray for some reuse before recycle
You chat and engage for long is what I yearn
In your hands is my life you ought to learn
I traveled so long, gone through many a process
You greet me with a kiss and dump like a mess
Doesn’t my state bother or jostle you up?
Reuse me often I am the humble paper cup!!

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J.rid
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ha ha wonderful you caught me out. loved it recycling at its best.

V.MUTHU MANICKAM
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Good concept and well said.

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