Written for "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT " , topic: WRITE A POEM ABOUT A CUP.

This is my cup, stained, chipped and old
It keeps my coffee hot and is easy to hold
It's not very fancy, just simple and plain
A second hand cup but I can't complain

It once was my mother's, was held in her hand
And that makes my cup priceless and grand
We have fancy cups just as fine as can be
But my mother's old cup is the finest to me

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