Regency

October 19, 2007
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sleepily,
i get in,
the massive doors shut,
the familiar turn of
my stomach,
comes back as i waken

finally,
the doors open,
to reveal an astounding sight,
for my groggy eyes

gleaming gold coins,
lifeless bodies of plump turkeys,
stranded,

as i near this oasis,
my heart leaps with the knowledge
of the chocolate

during this mystical,
slurping delectable chocolates,
my heart warms
at the thought of
Thanksgiving





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