by Bo Drury
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
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We all have our favorites, even cracked and stained I reach for it still...
my cup, my cup where can it be?
I looked in the cupboard and found it bare
I looked in the drainer, only dinnerware
my cup, my cup, alas I say
and stumbled crossly on my way.
there by the computer it sat
I should have known
you'd think twas the only cup I own
it has a chip and is brown with stain
but thats okay
my coffee tastes better in it
just the same!
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|Reviewed by Patrick Wilson
|Yes, your verse is so genuine. One can start the day off forlorn without his or her favorite cup. The imperfections and fragments may be flaws to the naked eye, but they can accumulate memories both apologetic and delightful to the holder.|