Thanksgiving: Devour the Anthem
Feathers plucked before the feast,
An eagle lies across the stone.
Our hunger’s grip, its need released,
Feathers plucked before the feast.
A sacred symbol, now deceased,
Hallowed eyes are swallowed whole.
Feathers plucked before the feast,
An eagle lies across the stone.
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