Coaster

So much pressure

So much weight

But I serve a purpose

Protecting a surface

I’m movable

Depressed when I’m not used

I can see water dripping

Ruining surfaces when I’m needed

Please use me

Every day

Regularly

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tara caribou says:

September 7, 2018 at 10:09 am

Hehehe! I love your object poetry. It always makes me smile.

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1. braedenmichaels says:
  
  September 7, 2018 at 12:38 pm
  
  I’m glad lol thank you Tara!
  
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blindzanygirl says:

September 7, 2018 at 10:36 am

Lovely. An apoeal from a coaster

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1. braedenmichaels says:
  
  September 7, 2018 at 12:37 pm
  
  Thank you Lorraine! Hope you are well today
  
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2. blindzanygirl says:
  
  September 7, 2018 at 12:51 pm
  
  Thanks so much for your good wishes. Hes, I am doung well today, thankyou
  
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3. braedenmichaels says:
  
  September 7, 2018 at 12:55 pm
  
  Welcome, and great!
  
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Beutiflee says:

September 7, 2018 at 11:10 am

Great poem about coasters, lol! Never look at one the same again.
But I can’t help but think it can reflect what humans think about themselves sometimes.
😌

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1. braedenmichaels says:
  
  September 7, 2018 at 12:37 pm
  
  lol thank you – very true
  
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