Bela, so hound-ly
sleeps, so soundly
her quiet the call of cease fire.
The peace of the year
churned itself into cheer
and spills over, out from my heart.
Contentment came slowly,
as I became homely
the cup appeared rather full.
Thus, in gratitude's name,
to the day, says this dame,
I thank Thanksgiving itself for what it gave me.
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