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The Epiphany
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The Epiphany |
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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
Every day since Tom was born, Farmer John fed Tom some corn, Young Tom he grew by leaps and bounds, Putting on those corn fed pounds. Farmer John to Tom would say, Soon will come Thanksgiving Day, It will be a feast for all, Now eat your corn my butterball. Then came November, the chill of fall, Farmer John to Tom did call, Come here my star, my butterball, All fat and sassy, a feast for all. The chopping block, epiphany, Tom realized the feast was he. Gulp. |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Enjoyed albeit sadly for Tom...great holiday joviality. Happy Thanksgiving. ThisDiamond |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Dang, this was good. [wiping mouth with napkin.] Ahem. I mean, you did a nice job. |
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Salty Senior Member
since 2002-11-23
Posts 669Texas |
Now this is " Appetitesing " :p Got to love it. Happy Turkey Day! Salty |
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