I Do Not Sing(On This Thanksgiving Spring)
i do not sing on this Thanksgiving spring
Wet
dreary
Lonely
The turkey is not on my table
No one is passing the cranberry
A silent gasp as the holidays pass
My voice is not up to the challenge
Of trying to rejoice with sweet verses I cannot
bring myself to interpret
Maybe,
This Christmas,
I repeat,
Maybe
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