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Thinking kind, loving thoughts with Thanksgiving approaching - a rhyming poem. |
| On the calendar, it's Thanksgiving; A treasured time for blessed living. A hearty meal, and folks' applause, With gratefulness, its major cause. Despite some wealth and gamely powers, We channel wishes, mark these hours. For Turkey Day lies straight ahead - This night, enjoying meat and bread. But simple truth, these sacred days Often blind us of our ways, 'Cause satisfied would truly mean A world so different, joys unseen... So blessed with mercy we've been shown, Much less troubled, sights to hone. A wicked spectre's miles away, But oh so real, this Turkey Day... |