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Thanksgiving
Old Rhyme
The year has turned its circle,
The seasons come and go.
The harvest all is gathered in
And chilly north winds blow.
Orchards have shared their treasures,
The fields, their yellow grain,
So open wide the doorway -
Thanksgiving comes again!
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The Little Girl and the Turkey
Dorothy Aldis
The little girl said
As she asked for more:
"But what is the Turkey
Thankful for?
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If the only prayer you said in your whole
life was "thank you," that would suffice...
Meister Eckhart |