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By B.K. Date: 2016 Nov 19 Comment on this Work [[2016.11.19.10.28.22827]] |
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The reds are romantic Golds grace the ground pedantic The leaves in sleeves Leave us all to conceive That the Nashville Turkey Clan Crossing the road in grand marching bands Are definitely there To make you stare Eat beef instead they tease We will all be so relieved We will stop holding up your traffic If you pardon us all from your hatchets Our cause devine Makes us all opine Leave Turkeys alone PLEASE In this we truly believe Put some love in your heart our decree This glorious fall Thanksgiving proceed God speed leave us in peace To make love not war and increase Our slurp chicken n dumplings decree Washed down with good ole Tennessee Moonshine Tea! bk the nineteenth of november twenty sixteen Happy Thanksgiving Y'all! |