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How would I have known

That this cup of coffee

Would be the best I ever had

Until I drank its last drop?

I should keep this empty mug

To commemorate the memory

Of when it was still full.

I am a floating head of information

That desires only a glance

Upon the fountain of wisdom;

For when I taste its clear dewdrops,

May I then find some worth in knowledge.

I pause to think, and dare I wonder,

If the best to happen to me

Has already passed me by,

And if I was ever the fool

To be looking for it elsewhere…