Friday, February 18, 2011

Sense of Time Poem

Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving is red and brown
The colors that mark Autumn.
Thanksgiving feels hectic.
It sounds like parents fighting about a clean house.
It smells like yams that get burned every year.
Of couse, it all tastes delicious.
But Thanksgiving is the holiday I usually want to get over with.

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