Into Thanksgiving
An inspiration left me,
Gone out of my sight,
Her I hardly ever see,
Be it day or night.
When we talk together,
We seldom ever say
How it is I've met her,
Each and every day.
When we walk together,
Out to the points end,
I know that when I'm with her,
I'll always have a friend.
So as we start into Thanksgiving,
Thanks to "that" which gives us living.
Copyright © Wm Paul | Year Posted 2012
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