Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

I loved you, perhaps more than I should,

But  never held back my praises.

After long years of service to kith and to kin,

Your fate now, is pushing up daisies.

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Alas good friend, sturdy and true,

Of stout and ample girth.

Your brittle exterior and mottled interior,

Shall soon return to the earth.

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T’was not by malice that brought you undone,

Nor the cruel hand of fate, serendip.

But a flaw, long hidden, a crack in your side,

Opened you up from handle to lip.

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And now that you’re broken, no matter how hard I try,

Not with glue nor duct tape can you be mended.

Like egg-shells and snowflakes adrift in the void,

This incarnation of yours, is now ended.

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Which isn’t to say you’ll not live again,

After all, we’re all made of celestial stuff.

So Bon Voyage, my companion, honest and true,