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![]() Bountiful Harvest
Upon this crisp, beautiful day, Corn, peas, greens, My basket is overflowing, With such luscious things. Tom Turkey waiting in his pen Awaiting his hour of glory, He will be the main entree~ Indeed the star of the story. Mama preparing food galore, The kitchen filled with delicious smells, Time for the great harvest festival Brings feasts, celebrating and telling tales. Thanksgiving Day is set aside, That we might remember Native Americans and newcomers, Sharing a peaceful encounter. Blessings provided by God, Harvests, food, Pilgrim son, Time to be thankful for all things, From early morn till day is done.
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