BC: May The Bounty Of The Season Fill Your Heart And Your Home
FC: La 'poem by. winston parris 7thperiod Mrs.glenns
1: somestimes i say bless you sometimes i dont sometimes i say excuse me sometimes i wont depending on my moothat day i might even cry it really just depends on how i act that that day im not very mean actaully quite nice and i aint no liar but i learned to express my feelings beause i am mean somteimes im not always respectful my worth is not determined by my kindness no matter what anyone believes I will be Anthony and thats what i perceive | (Text Here)
2: i am from peaches,kfc and such i am from the concrete jungle of atlanta,with its plain suburban towns and its many humped face i am from mongolias of the southern forest,and their banana shaped leaves i am from Thanksgiving at grandmas and hosipitality to boot,from uncl cory to aunt june and kelly and alex too i from a family of innovators that like old inventions as i do from not swallowing gum to saying please i am from a family of christ believers,they know jeses was our savior even though he may not seem he is always in our favor
4: (Text Here) The smell of cranberries fills the air a woman briskly twittering about the kitchen she incoherently mutters to herself measuments of some kind the sound of laughter can be heard minutely down the hall The laughter begins to die down the guest begin fidgeting with their chairs some become restless and fiddle with their phones seeming to be busy two representatives are sent in to find out the current situation Once the kitchen the two begin to survey the status report my mother non chalantly suggest them to sit down two are eager for an answer to their inquiry my mother passively suggest half an hour while stirring and reading my aunt and sister hoping to speed up the process attempt to touch the oven handle the beast responds angrily to the futile attempt my aunt and sister return to the others pleading faces
5: Once the kitchen the two begin to survey the status report my mother non chalantly suggest them to sit down two are eager for an answer to their inquiry my mother passively suggest half an hour while stirring and reading my aunt and sister hoping to speed up the process attempt to touch the oven handle the beast responds angrily to the futile attempt my aunt and sister return to the others pleading faces Finally as the last bits of the feast are tormented the beast retracts the last bit left to enforce any misgivings of the prepared meal rest is left to call the others unphased by its other apathetic pole as the flock gathers in around the pasture the wolf watches inconspicuously the sheep pleasantly graze on their pasture unsure of how to react the semi edible meal before them taunts and teases them with minute imperfections the flock finishes their meal only to face the treacherous chasm laden with so few steps
6: why do you mock us? we havent't known each other long yet you torture contibinous you seemed nice at first,but that was apart of your trickery beccause you know deeo in you heart you will have visctory you decieved us with your shiny new car when the paint chips where you hand sits you may be cool but you take everyoelse for a fool the shirt you is getting old
7: (Text Here) | the stuff you were selling is now unsold reality set in on you and your friends drift away what will you do GSMST when you school population leaves for more than a day.
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10: We Give Thanks
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15: "Real abundance is found when we join hands with those we love."
21: "Thanksgiving Day will soon be here It comes around but once a year If I could only have my way, We'd have Thanksgiving every day."
25: "Forever on Thanksgiving Day, The heart will find the pathway home." ~ Wilbur D. Nesbit