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vreau o poezie desore ziua recunostintei in engleza

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Thanksgiving Ghost The last piece of apple pie is gone; How did it disappear? The bowl of delicious stuffing Has also vanished, I fear. It happens each Thanksgiving, When leftover goodies flee, And each of us knows the responsible one Couldn't be you or me. The only way it could happen Is readily diagnosed; It must be the crafty, incredibly sneaky, Still hungry Thanksgiving ghost.