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Twas the night ... 'TWAS THE NIGHT OF THANKSGIVING, BUT I JUST COULDN'T SLEEP I TRIED COUNTING BACKWARDS, I TRIED COUNTING SHEEP.
THE LEFTOVERS BECKONED - THE DARK MEAT AND WHITE. BUT I FOUGHT THE TEMPTATION WITH ALL OF MY MIGHT. TOSSING AND TURNING IN ANTICIPATION, THE THOUGH OF A SNACK BECAME INFATUATION. SO I RACED TO THE KITCHEN, FLUNG OPEN THE DOOR. AND GAZED AT THE FRIDGE FULL OF GOODIES GALORE. I FELT MYSELF SWELLING SO PLUMP AND SO ROUND, 'TILL ALL OF A SUDDEN I ROSE OFF THE GROUND. I CRASHED THROUGH THE CEILING FLOATING INTO THE SKY WITH A MOUTHFUL OF PUDDING AND A HANDFUL OF PIE. BUT I MANAGED TO YELL AS I SOARED PAST THE TREES HAPPY EATING TO ALL, PASS THE CRANBERRIES PLEASE. MAY YOUR STUFFING BE TASTY, MAY YOUR TURKEY BE PLUMP MAY YOUR POTATOES AND GRAVY HAVE NARY A LUMP. MAY YOUR YAMS BE DELICIOUS, MAY YOUR PIES TAKE THE PRIZE MAY YOUR THANKSGIVING DINNER STAY OFF OF YOUR THIGHS. | |
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