Lids rattle, knock, complain a bit
Pots roused, go through their paces
Not wanting to risk tragedy
I turn the heat down just in cases
Turkeys lounge on Counter’s top
Display their royal graces
My belly feels a butterfly
That gratitude erases.
Some stuff will come out perfectly
Some stuff will show burnt traces
The meaning’s found in laughter, love
Full bellies, happy faces.
Happy Thanksgiving to you all, with gratitude and love… Thank you, truly, for readin’.
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