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Dec 2020
The year has turned it’s circle,
The seasons come and go!
The harvest all gathered in,
And the chilly north wind blows.
The fields, Their yellow grain.
So open wide that doorway!
CAUSE THANKSGIVING COMES AGAIN!
Late thanksgiving!
Written by
Aliyah  F/New York, Queens
(F/New York, Queens)   
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     Sayuri143, Sk Abdul Aziz and ---
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