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Turkeys

By Evelyn Reilly Turkeys gobble and sleep, And then they eat and sleep some more. They don’t know that Thanksgiving is coming, The end to the sleeping and eating draws near. Soon I’ll miss their feather puff madness, But I’ll dig into the feast...

Spring

by Evelyn Reilly New life, New trees, New hope. Young life, Young trees, Young hope. Old life, Old trees, Old life. New love, Old God, Young...

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