Sometimes a necklace is no moreThan a string of beads on a chain
That has no hidden lore
Or way to hold captive your pain
Sometimes the order means nothing
Just random selection from a bowl
With fingers picking up anything
No concern with the pattern being whole
Sometimes a necklace has a memory
Within every bead and silver link
A dashing true life loving story
Of which the necklace makes you think
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