Winter and spring
Boring and lean all
So mean just a thing
Smells
Sweet smells fill the air
As I brush and comb my hair
Though you shouldn’t care
Dogs
Some are really mean
They come in sizes big, small
They’re all different
Thanksgiving
Thou you see pies
Hear everyone's lies
And on that day
Not one of your cousins away
Know you're
Sick of them all
Going on and on about everything
In their lives
Visualizing and
Imitating
Nieces, uncles, granny
Giving, talking,laughing on that day, all of the hope and love never goes away.
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