A Thanksgiving Poem 
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Feel free to reply to any comment by clicking the "Reply" button.And if your hips become all plump, may your mate still be full of spunk, and never be heard to deny you a jump. May your left overs always be fresh or never frezz to a rock, and thaw to a taste that even your dog would reject. May the holiday he full of joy and no haste. Drink one for us your friends of godless grace.
Jamespuck
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Nov 28, 2019
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Too late, the dinners of thanksgivings past are already there, and likely to stay forever.
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