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THIEF OF THANKSGIVINGIt's so quiet here As you scramble for Any pen that will Put some out Because it comes You have to write It down on lined Paper Or it may be gone What you're thinking While the hankering Of desire Set on fire Must go It's so The flow Comes on like The thief of Thanksgiving To put your hand Working on Scribbles Because nibbles Just won't do Anymore Then there's that Sweet Cherry Pie With Whipping Cream Dream Of food Comes on And moment goes I knows. 1/26/2010 0023 cj Vote for this poem
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