Pearls Before Swine

She held all her grudges tight
in her heart, like a clam in brine,
till they hardened to pearls, cold and white,
which she kept to polish—refine;
but she sometimes cast pearls out,
expecting the “swine” to scatter,
and when they did not, she swore about
how her grudges did not matter.

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