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Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Poem

The soft warmth of a crackling fire
The sweet smells wafting from the kitchen
The red and brown leaves slowly twisting and turning down to the cold ground
The excited clamor that surrounds the early dinner hour
The security of family tucked in around you
The preparation of many dishes, painstakingly made in a cramped kitchen
The gratifying sound of forks and knives making quick work of your entire day's goal
The sleepy, contented sigh, issuing from many people at the end of the meal.
Happy Thanksgiving


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