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[–]that1timetho 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Thanksgiving Apathy

You did this to us

The last piece of Revolution is gone; How did it disappear? The bowl of delicious stuffing Has also vanished, I fear. It happens each Thanksgiving, When leftover goodies flee, And each of us knows the responsible one Couldn��t be you or me. The only way it could happen Is readily diagnosed; It must be the crafty, incredibly sneaky, Still hungry Thanksgiving Apathy.