Sitting quiet with an empty mug of Dali handled haste
Recollections of past mistakes, lessons not to waste
Bottoms dry, sticky drop sides, lip prints beckon more
Pouring fast without a rinse, that always forgotten chore
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I pass the sink, I didn’t use, but visions tapped never forgotten
Fondly recalling a baby kitty, who with first glance I was smitten
She was a tiny ball of ebony fluff that strayed from her mother
Found sickly and shy at a shelter, unwanted by all other
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Crusty with kitty litter and boogies I tried to give her a bath
And with a flash and a roar I released a pound of wrath
Water splashed and dishes flew as did my favorite mug
Later to be dissected from a wet and soapy rug
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Pieced back askew with frustration, dust, fur and fuzz
Now forever immortalized, better than it was
The glue eventually dried as did a smelly kitty snoozing on my lap
It would come to be her favorite place for a cozy nap
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The mug still has some whiskers stuck in its bumpy glue
Though with each year passing it loses quite a few
Beloved kitty’s now passed after a long and happy stay
Leaving reminders of mistakes that came to be the better way
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Like the tasty sip’s that’s now savored from that Dali-handled mug
While quietly savoring kitty’s memory with every wobbly chug
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