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Giving Thanks

Can you smell the turkey cooking? Can you smell the pumpkin pie? Can you see the children lurking, With a glimmer in their eye? See the table filled with family, See the table filled with yams. See my Father as he's burping, From his second slice of ham. From my Grandma's chocolate pudding, To my Mother's deviled eggs. See my Grandpa's belly swelling, Packed with one more turkey leg. After all are fully stuffed, As we all begin to slouch. Asked who wants a piece of pie, As we pass out on the couch.

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Date: 11/19/2022 5:39:00 PM
Thanks Sara, I think it's probably standard procedure in most homes on Thanksgiving. All I know is I'm ready to gobble some turkey.
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Date: 11/19/2022 2:06:00 PM
I like the rhythm, flow and rhyme in this one. You are right on with this one. Thanks for sharing. Sara
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