ThanksgivingA Poem by DecentlyOkayWritergathered round the table, laughing fills the air
hands clasped, we pray
hoping for savior from within we celebrate this holiday with a stunning kind of din just in case this Thanksgiving Day is the last one we are in gathered round the table laughing fills the air believing in a fable still the facade doesn't tear a child sleeps in their cradle a little cousin learns how to swear today will soon be done, so celebrate while you're able. © 2024 DecentlyOkayWriterAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on November 28, 2024 Last Updated on November 28, 2024 AuthorDecentlyOkayWritermy soul is in, NYAboutStuck up a creek without a paddle . . . . . Trying my best. . . . . . more..Writing
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