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Thanksgiving


My astronomic family and I get around

Which is what it's all about

With savory food and comical games 

There is no way to miss out

Moreover, it gets even better.

 

The ambrosial cuisine 

That my grandmother makes

Is very delectable

She makes flavorful Middle Eastern food

And toothsome desserts

Like her very own homemade lucious pie.

 

Now the comical games come

That are right after dessert

Winning and losing is just part of having fun

So now, we laugh and make wisecracks

Juse to see the people glow.

 

So now, Thanksgiving is almost over

With everyone having a toasty drink

Of cinnamon tea which soothes their mind

And helps them prevent from worrying

About the work to do next :P 

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