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Daydreaming
Hold the pearly shell to my ear
That murmurs the far off sea.
Like a precious jewel,
It’s carved curiously,
In the early morning sunlight
Picking up shells along the shore
To find one smooth and perfect
Never tire of collecting more
As waves dash up against me
Seeking one that’s rare
Those with flaws have beauty
Among the ordinaire
Imperfect like you and me
Mystery of what led them to be?
Each one unique in nature
Is another treasure to see!
Beryl McMullen
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