‘Twas the night of Thanksgiving, But I just couldn’t sleep. I tried counting backwards, I tried counting sheep. The leftovers beckoned – the dark meat and white, But I fought the temptation with all of my might. Tossing and turning…
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The wind is talking.
The wind is hollowing outside, rattling the windows, shaking the house. Darkness has settled in across the land, fall is making its presence known to one and all. The temperature is dropping like the leaves from the trees, covering the…
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