The dogs are all nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of food they smelled all day, dance in their heads. And John in bed also, and me writing my blog, trying to clear my brain, of the busy day's fog. Having run so many errands and cleaning the mess from the pumpkin pie batter, planning so much food we'll be taking, after then next two days of feasting, we'll surely be fatter. But we have to budget, for the next holiday, so have you no fear. We won't have much to eat after these feast days 'till the next ones are here. I'm running out of ideas for this poem I write, so "Happy Thanksgiving to all, and to all , a good night.
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