Some days are like pearls - some are like dust
And as each unfurls, we do what we must
Some musts are a pleasure and some are a pain
Like stepping on nails, made dull red from rust.
Today's musts were sharp and rather like splinters
Like hard icy twigs in hard icy winters
Oh, but the musts gave way to such gifts!
... good friends, heart's desires
And attitude shifts
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