Happy Thanksgiving OP
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Happy Thanksgiving OPI now it's a bit early, but it's never to early to start what you want to start.. |
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RE: Happy Thanksgiving OPHappy Thanksgiving, my handsome butterball.. |
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RE: Happy Thanksgiving OPQuote: Originally Posted by WordSlinger I now it's a bit early, but it's never to early to start what you want to start.. Papapackzi, Papa, Pac-Man, I call ya Pac. I just wanted to say, that I have never thanked you enough. Thank you. Madelynn, I shall never stop thank you.:X:X:XXXXXXoo Poets of OP Happy Thanksgiving Everyone. And to all P.O.B's thank you all  &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& Wah! Whey! My tummy rumbles with regret to see such beautiful and savoury food going to waste......................not coming my way.Don't dump it! I think some will last till Chridtmas. ............................ 
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RE: Happy Thanksgiving OPThanksgiving Day At Our House |
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RE: RE: Happy Thanksgiving OPQuote: Originally Posted by bandit1192 Thanksgiving Day At Our House Our turkey is in the oven. I say Thanksgiving prayers That everything will work out right. I burned my lemon squares! Ok, I think we'll be all right. I still have pumpkin roll. Fresh baked pies and cookies, I haven't lost control. This year I'm trying two things new A green bean casserole. Baked bacon/ cheese potatoes. The recipe I stole. Loaves of bread and dinner rolls Broccoli salad, mac and cheese. I had to sneak the later in... My daughter begged me,"Please." At noon I start to bake a ham. Dinner planning at it's best. Potatoe salad, deviled eggs... All three are by request. A little knot of panic... As "That Time" is drawing near. "You're never going to get this done." Will whisper in my ear. I'll pull this all together... "Who ate the lady lox?!" I must make mashed potatoes, that don't come from a box. Ok, I lied, fogive me. I'm running out of time. Instant mashed will have to do. I hear the doorbell chime. My wife will set the table. A wondrous sight to see. I hear my timer buzzing. It's time for family. Everything has turned out well I find my feelings torn. As we finish saying grace. I hear, "Dad where's the corn?" HAPPY THANKSGIVING OP Friends  @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Poignantly good in perfect ballad style. Reminds me of my 70-odd years of Christmas dinners in Jamaiaca...................same tempo, same rhythm . same salivating, same nature of memories, ,,,,,only time., people and place are different...................LOL The poetry only is uniquely peculiar to the poet,all else is same to the beholder.. Last edited by cousinsoren 11-26-2010 at 06:39:11 AM |
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RE: RE: Happy Thanksgiving OPQuote: Originally Posted by bandit1192 Thanksgiving Day At Our House Our turkey is in the oven. I say Thanksgiving prayers That everything will work out right. I burned my lemon squares! Ok, I think we'll be all right. I still have pumpkin roll. Fresh baked pies and cookies, I haven't lost control. This year I'm trying two things new A green bean casserole. Baked bacon/ cheese potatoes. The recipe I stole. Loaves of bread and dinner rolls Broccoli salad, mac and cheese. I had to sneak the later in... My daughter begged me,"Please." At noon I start to bake a ham. Dinner planning at it's best. Potatoe salad, deviled eggs... All three are by request. A little knot of panic... As "That Time" is drawing near. "You're never going to get this done." Will whisper in my ear. I'll pull this all together... "Who ate the lady lox?!" I must make mashed potatoes, that don't come from a box. Ok, I lied, fogive me. I'm running out of time. Instant mashed will have to do. I hear the doorbell chime. My wife will set the table. A wondrous sight to see. I hear my timer buzzing. It's time for family. Everything has turned out well I find my feelings torn. As we finish saying grace. I hear, "Dad where's the corn?" HAPPY THANKSGIVING OP Friends @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Poignantly good in perfect ballad style. Reminds me of my 70-odd years of Christmas dinners in Jamaiaca...................seem tempo, same rhythm . same salivating, same nature of memories, ,,,,,only time., people and place are different...................LOL The poetry only is uniquely peculiar to the poet. All else is same to the beholder.. Last edited by cousinsoren 11-26-2010 at 05:06:50 AM |
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.