I live on an old country, dirt road
where when the snow plows come to plow!
They seem to always knock my roads, reflector down
and I can't see the road, to turn down now!
Without that little white reflector flashing
from my headlights, as I approach my street.
I zoom right past my roads turn, not noticed!
and quickly come, to a halting screech!
Would a lager sign, be what is needed?
so as, to not miss my turn towards home?
Or is a smaller gift, of a little white reflector
more than enough, to mark my way towards home?
Maybe I should just go a, tad bit slower?
when I am approaching, my little dirt road?
And then maybe I wouldn't have, other's to blame?
for the way, it was, I drove!
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