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Hi all! I’m on the road again and away from my computer. I forgot to preset this post for publication, so now I have nothing from Pool to post today. In it’s place, please enjoy this poem I wrote.
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This cup could have once held anything
But someone picked it up
And filled it full of coffee
So it became a coffee cup.
The coffee cup then came to me
And naturally I drank it.
It never once occurred to me that
I should ever thank it
For holding what I couldn’t touch
With my pink and fragile hands
And providing me with sustenance
As I travel ‘cross this land.
No, once that I had drunk my fill,
In an thoughtless act quite rash,
I tossed this cup into the street
Where it became a piece of trash.
And there it lay for many weeks,
Beaten down by wind and rain
And ‘tho it was most sore abused
It never once complained.
At last a prison crew appeared
To clean the cup away.
They sent it to a landfill
Where it remains to this day.
For all its fortitude and drive
When its little time was up
The world moved on and I quite forgot
My morning coffee’s cup.
So if there is a lesson
To this cautionary tale
It’s that no one will remember you
So go ahead and fail!
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I’m really very sorry for that. I’ll have more from Pool next week, I promise. Please enjoy the rest of the hop, where real writers have real snippets. And by the way, I would never actually throw my trash in the street.