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Oh how I love thanksgiving food, Why,

I could eat it all the time,

Eleven long months waiting outcomes a sigh,

Upon that day I’ll stuff myself until I chime.

In presence of perfectly preserved pumpkin pie,

And delightfully drizzled drumsticks, so good I could die,

Specially served seasoned salad waiting,

Will always be hunger sating.

There are great meals every year,

But on the tail end of November,

There is one I’ll always remember,

As I stuff myself from ear to ear.