More thanksgiving poems
 
				
				Thanksgiving The entire year has switched its circle, The times of year appear and disappear. The harvest all is collected in And chilly north winds blow. Orchards have shared their treasures, The fields, their yellow grain, So open wide the entrance~ Thanksgiving comes again! ~Old Rhyme Our National Thanksgiving All of the benefits from the …
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