A late thanksgivingA Poem by Jon Roggie
Precious,
but also bittersweet. Yes, made some food, and I must say it was tasty. Really, deep-fried turkey tastes fantastic. Yes, took a moment, and talked to the extended family, meaning friends, and blood. My football team even won. So why bittersweet? Echoes. Each moment touched by a sense of relief. Someone getting a chance to breath, a break from the day to day, or avoiding the so-called family obligation. No matter, managed to help, and I give thanks. © 2014 Jon RoggieReviews
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2 Reviews Added on November 28, 2014 Last Updated on November 28, 2014 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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