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I bought me a fine turkey Kept her in her pen That special day was fast approaching The turkey feared, as smiled the mother hen To be thankful for so much Or so little As I set the table for one I realized The futility of it all So I set the table for two Me and the turkey Had a fine time Gobbling up whiskey And discussing avian wines The candles burned to their wicked wicks Life was up to her usual tricks I gazed at the Turkey As she gazed at me Wondering Which one of us would be first To eternity

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Date: 11/28/2016 11:34:00 AM
We know the answer...gobble gobble
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Date: 11/28/2016 7:25:00 PM