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Written - 14th November 2023
A Plucky Thanksgiving
A turkey was being plucked and it hurt
He was in pain and his fowl words were curt
He pecked at the plucker
Said “sing for your supper”
And then ran for his life overexert.
Now the turkey's in the altogether
He is feeling lighter than a feather
He's thankful to be here
And for losing his gear
All he is wanting now is fine weather.
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