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November 22nd, 2018 Leave a comment Go to comments

I knocked all the drumsticks down
Three times in a row
Tossed that bouillon ball around
On the phyllo dough

Three straight rolls without a gutter
That’s the gravy train
I wiped my hands clean of butter
Shot it down the lane

Another turn of casserole
And blood sugar spike
When we do the Thanksgiving bowl
Carve another strike

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