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***Happy Thanksgiving, Gobble Gobble***
I'm protesting... yes it's me, your next catch! Why me? I'm innocent, Gobble Gobble, you Turkey! I live in the United States of America, same as you, so what happened to the Land of the Free? Gobble, Gobble... Now think twice before you take that second bite, just cause I'm a bird, Mother Nature is not at fault! Take me to court, with dozens of Turkeys In The Straw, the judge will see I'm innocent, just like my fellow mates, and he shall set me free!!! Gobble Gobble Okay, so you like my breasts... Shame on you!!! And you think by eating my wings, you'll be able to fly? What?... did you not know a turkey cannot fly high? And as you devour me, don't you hear your stomach growl, knowing I no longer have one? Gobble Gobble Oh well, at least I tried... Bon appetite to you and yours! Just promise me that you'll be good to one another, enjoy gathering around the table, with me in the middle, stay healthy, and don't forget to say your prayers and give thanks for all the blessings. 
Happy Thanksgiving all you Turkeys! Gobble Gobble p.s. feeling a wee bit guilty, hey!...hee hee hee Yana Petkov November 2004 Edited: November 2008 Vote for this poem
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