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Wasted Grace I saw the small lump sprawled in the middle of the road Not a dog a squirrel maybe or even a small cat I winced wondering who hit it Maybe some idiot kid swerving, laughing as he felt the thump Perhaps it hesitated not knowing which way to go Indecision costing its life I struggled to identify it and slowed my approach too bad for anyone behind me Maybe I’ll move it I thought Give it a small roadside grave Keep it from being decimated I pulled over feeling proud and conscientious but all my graciousness was wasted On a pulverized glove |
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A true story!
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