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CelebrationThe horn of plenty is full,and the turkey with all the fixings are made, the banquet table is grandly set and the wine and good times flow. Joyous tunes play on the old Victrola as friends and family happily gather to give thanks and celebrate another joyous and bountiful year. Donavon Scott Vinson Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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