Tires with wires,
hires in mires of work,
all scurrying about.
This one please,
no, that one, jeez,
I'm having a thought drought.
Many merry mommy's making masterful mashed potatoes and stuffing.
Bashful babies bounce behind bottles before beautiful faces and laughing.
Time in hand,
head in sand,
nothing left to say.
Plate is full,
fingers pull,
all on Thanksgiving Day.
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