Each day I feel there's
Some observance that I'm missing
Some holiday that I should mark
Some occasion worth attention
And I am not paying that fee
An old cliché
About the gift that is each day
Comes to mind
And that might be it
But I do not think it is
Not really
Unless it is that every gift
Comes at a cost to somebody
And I still wonder who
Still pays the prices for mine
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