Rare Finding

A mug of age, a mug of old,

A coffee mug filled with mold,

Its past owner, stories untold,

But future events will soon unfold,

What I found that day, it was something grand!

In the trash it lay, soon gripped by my hand.

To find such an item that is used by many,

At such a steal, not costing a penny,

Its condition was fair, not a crack in view,

Just filled with dirt and some smelly goo,

While rinsing it and washing it off,

I thought of the time I found my dishcloth.

Reminiscing and thinking of the past,

I probably should stop sifting through trash.

But now the cupboard holds something new,

And with it I drink some Folgers’ brew.

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