Thanksgiving
visions of pilgrims and a lot of dead birds, it's that time to give thanks if you haven't heard.
All of your problems will be smothered in dressing abundant and bare tables there will be many blessings.
The spirit of Thanksgiving, if they could only last, it's idealistic, unrealistic, the feeling will pass.
It's Thanksgiving now, so wave your drumsticks high.
Cranberry sauce, salads, vegetables, and lots of pies.
I wrote the above poem around Thanksgiving of 1978.
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