It can’t be too much
Not when I have too much
Not when my luck
Stands out like a beacon
Warning the world
Of my ingratitude
It can’t be too much
Because I’m always fine
Because I must
Count every blessing
Diligently
Despite my despair
It can’t be too much
Though it weighs too much
Though I am spread
As if I’m the last
Smidge of butter
On a burnt piece of toast
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