A bottle of water,
Bought from the store,
Could be used once,
Then thrown to the floor.
A can of soda,
From the shop,
Once used, discarded,
No need for more pop.
If I look at it,
From a point of view,
Where they don’t want many,
I could only name a few.
But alas, it is nature,
Of those who are made,
To go through the rhythms,
And all...
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