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: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Related
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