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Mean Mug

Found it on a hill
Under a burnt-out coal kiln
White with patches was the enamel

Big and heavy fit for a king
Washed clean down by the sparkling spring
There was a bird, now only a wing

Took it home safe and dry
Placed it in the cupboard way up high
My wife was puzzled like, why?

That night I went to bed and had a dream
“Return my mug with coffee, no cream”
Woke up sweating and hot like steam

Beside me, no wife to hug
Fast asleep stretched out on the rug
I went into the kitchen to find the mug

I searched the kitchen, it wasn’t there
Then I heard a sound which wasn’t clear
“The owner came for it,” read the note in the chair.
Written by Dre_k47 (AnDre James)
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Author's Note
I found a mug which I had for about ten hours before it disappeared and a letter was left in a chair.
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