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Last night, March 4, 2009, my wife informed me that she was no longer comfortable drinking from our big yellow plastic cup. It had something to do with bacteria, I think.
In any case, I believe that this is a watershed moment in our relationship, and perhaps our lives. It is a turn of events that merits remarks equal to the occasion. This is my humble attempt.
Goodbye, yellow cup
Before my daughter was born, you were there
Before I married my wife, you were there
Before I had my first job, you were there
Have you always been there, yellow cup?
You lived with us in Ohio
You lived with us in Arkansas
You lived with us in Indiana
In what other fantastic places have you lived, yellow cup?
Sting says that if you love somebody you must set them free
Am I setting you free, yellow cup, or is it you who frees me?
Goodbye, yellow cup
Goodbye.
