I bought you on my trip to Prague,
You caught my eye with your faded pink colour,
You served me well all these months,
Countless refills of coffee and tea,
My one and only morning companion,
The only way to start the day.
But yesterday I was in a rush,
And I tripped over and broke you into a million pieces.
It was as if I lost a friend.
You will be missed my favourite mug.
N.K.
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