Nov26 Except Sammy Posted on November 26, 2017 by Mystertim Standard Thanksgiving poems are predictable, Turkey, stuffing and gravy driblets. Yet I find it quite despicable, No one sings the praise of giblets. 11/26/2017 Share this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Related
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