On a star-less night,
with no moon and no flash light,
what can guide my way?
~
You might take this as
a sign to stay inside and
write some silly rhymes.
Are crickets chirping
On balmy summer evenings
Perhaps the sound you’re longing?
~
Surely not hollow
Echo resounding off the
Walls of vacant, empty halls!
Happy Thanksgiving You old Turkey!
Love,
Your Youngish Tom.
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