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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