Not a Psalm, but Poem I had Promised a Faithful Reader: THANKS 0007 NOW: When guests come from other countries How many days before you and I tire of them, Or how few hours, may I dare ask? Last summer, I drove some hours, and then Got a huge ticket in a 35 mile zone at dusk School was long gone; the highway too ended A few feet in front of the hidden copper in cruiser They say, little Towns in America need the cash I am still trying to be thankful for that! But my guest, believing in my... Sign in to see full entry.