O A Fat Turkey Gobbler Once Sat On A Limb And He Sighed At The Wind, And The Wind Sighed At Him. But The Grief Of The Gobbler One Could Not Diminish, For It Was Thanksgiving And He Saw His Finish. So The Heart Of The Gobbler Was Heavy As Lead And He Muttered The Words Of The Poet Who Said: "Backward, Turn Backward, O Time In Thy Flight, Make Me A Boy Again, Just For To-Night!"
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