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Another huge turkey was caught The big pheasant was housed in the vault For consumption Not for admiration I'm neither talking about the wild turkey Who’s running for President Nor the one which is a country Now embroiled And roiled in turmoil I am talking about the noisy pheasant That we all like to fest on the last Thursday Of November every year, and on New Year’s Day. I can’t wait to enjoy its thighs and wings I can’t wait afterwards to make the swings Squeak and cry, because we all weigh more Than before: the skinny, the rich and the poor. Happy Thanksgiving Day everybody The President already pardoned a gorgeous turkey. Hebert Logerie Wednesday, November 25, 2015
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Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 4:13 PM UTC
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Another huge turkey was caught The big pheasant was housed in the vault For consumption Not for admiration I'm neither talking about the wild turkey Who’s running for President Nor the one which is a country Now embroiled And roiled in turmoil I am talking about the noisy pheasant That we all like to fest on the last Thursday Of November every year, and on New Year’s Day. I can’t wait to enjoy its thighs and wings I can’t wait afterwards to make the swings Squeak and cry, because we all weigh more Than before: the skinny, the rich and the poor. Happy Thanksgiving Day everybody The President already pardoned a gorgeous turkey. Hebert Logerie Wednesday, November 25, 2015
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Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 4:13 PM UTC
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