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Turkey Dinner
A few days before this recent Thanksgiving, I received a smoked turkey from a close old friend, Which I intended to serve myself. When I asked my cleaning lady of twenty-five years What her plans were, for the holiday, She told me she'd invited thirty of her church "family," Who'd otherwise not have a dinner, to her house.
Long ago, I discovered that the best gifts I can bestow, On those I love, are ones that spring spontaneously, Say, "You mean more to me than I do to myself." And so it was, on Thursday evening, Though I was home alone, That I enjoyed the best Thanksgiving ever: A peanut-butter sandwich and turkey-noodle soup.
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