Not that I'm not
Sometimes grateful,
A little bit glad
For this world, filled
With sheer, dire grace.
When I'm driving
Along, alone
With my daughter
Babbling in back,
Down the Ghost
Highway or down
The River Road,
I can see why
God would desire
A little note.
"It's lovely. Thanks."
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