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My Thanksgiving Muse

I toil and wonder which words taste the best For my muse is cooked with rhyme and a touch of lyric A dash of acrostic with a small bit of concrete Gives it just the right flavors for a contest With the side dish of poetry soup All the trimmings are there I have placed 3rd place on the table hoping all will be there Happy Thanksgiving to all my friends My muse is cooked dinner is served, this is THE END

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