A Thanks Giving Feast

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Every year thanksgiving comes around
Every time the turkey must be plucked
While your bound to hear a sound
But you can use a turkey or a duck

The hunters are out for turkey season
You better not get caught
Or you better have a good reason
Your property might just be bought

The pilgrims were the first to settle here
You watch the thanksgiving football game
They score a touchdown for a big cheer
But you remember it’s always the same

You see turkeys in the sky
They’ll start growing
They might be so high
You hit them and they’ll start balling





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Abbie said...
Sept. 5, 2009 at 10:41 pm
Wow, Good Poem!
 
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