I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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Depository For collection letters gives Only fake relief *************** I’m not sure if I am following all the right procedure since this is my first haiku entry for the following challenger who provided the picture: https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/01/29/one-a-day-haiku-29/