Every day at the end of my prayers
I make a bowl of my palms and hold it before thee
For a splendid gift without being asked
Your Godly jest surpasses my wit
All with which you fill my bowl
Is nothing but beads of bright fake gold
I spend my time sieving them again and again
To find a bead of real gold
Beads Of Gold
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