There is but every now and then
A certain something bringing joy
Where others see but just a toy.
They're trifling things that bring about
The realization these possesions be
A driving force that easily frees.
They free the mind to think aloud
Because they easily comfort give
And all the present troubles forgive.
To have to look when it is lost
Is a birthday without a gift:
Through hay for needle one must sift.
When reacquired these things do bring
A certain pleasurable knot
The one that's nev'r again forgot.
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