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Thanksgiving Time

When the night winds whistle through the trees and blow the crisp brown leaves a-crackling down,
When the autumn moon is big and yellow-orange and round,
When old Jack Frost is sparkling on the ground,
It’s Thanksgiving Time!
– from Thanksgiving Time by Langston Hughes
I hope your holiday is wonderful.

 

JosieHolford

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