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Nov 2014
Gobble Gobble Gobble
Hobble Hobble Hobble
The ax is up in the air
The aim for the neck in a Turkey’s beware
Move forward and then step back
Move side to side
Then say on what the heck
Hands in the air with one clap
The Pilgrims who started this holiday of thanks
Maybe they were pure yanks
The Turkey being the showcase meat
It’s the main coarse being the treat
The footstep up
The footstep back
Turn all around
Then head home being your own Turkey bound.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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