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Thanksgiving | ||
| For myriad blessings large and small We give you praise, o Lord. For leaves of gold that slowly fall To keep from getting bored; For health and strength to walk around And climb the steepest hill; For squirrels that scamper on the ground; For birds that tweet and trill; For loved ones come from near and far To eat the giant bird We thank you Lord!where e'er we are Your voice is ever heard. | ||
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