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Either way, while the superfluously rich never go without, too many other people are choosing between which necessity of life they can afford — nutritious food or warm shelter. Thus, the following poem is for the growing number of people for whom there's nothing to be thankful for on Thanksgiving Day, or any other day of the year ...

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Just pass me the holiday turkey, peas

and the delicious stuffing flanked

by buttered potatoes with gravy

since I’ve said grace with plenty ease

for the good food received I’ve thanked

my Maker who’s found me worthy.

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It seems that unlike the many of those

in the unlucky Third World nation

I’ve been found by God deserving

to not have to endure the awful woes

and the stomach wrenching starvation

suffered by them with no dinner serving.

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Therefor hand over to me the corn

the cranberry sauce, fresh baked bread

since for my grub I’ve praised the Lord

yet I need not hear about those born

whose meal I’ve been granted instead

as they receive naught of the grand hoard.

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(Not to be misunderstood, I’m actually a big fan of Christ's unmistakable message and miracles.)

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