November
Fine Thanksgiving is day when we are grateful.
Horn's outpour of much grain, with grapes, and citrus,
nighshades, various kinds, along with lentil,
makes life pleasant this holiday before us.
We hope turkey's not hide of leather, old cuss.
Grand-scale feast, this our friendly time at table.
Widespread harvest crops make our country stable.
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