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Thanksgiving Family Tradition
My sons eyes opened wide,
when I pulled on the slide,
on the airplanes opening door partition,
I had took the time,
without being sublime,
to explain the Reith Family's Thanksgiving tradition,
Maybe he had thought it pure jest,
his bulging eyes processed,
as his parachute opened, he wore a look of derision,
His body had spun,
his look registered stunned,
like this was some kind of unreasonable decision,
It was expected of the youngest born,
before Thanksgiving morn,
to bring back from the nearest forest, a bird,
after a mighty and fierce war,
with piles of blood spilled galore,
he registered a look,
that I mistook,
as if my demands were patently absurd,
After the last desperate howl,
of the game but defeated fowl,
he would drag the beast back to where we were living,
and as hard as he was able,
slam it down on the dinner table,
and holler loudly, "To all a Happy Thanksgiving"!
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