Stopping By A Turkey Pen On a Lonely Evening
This neighborhood as I recall A time when St. Johns had it all even a Turkey as a pet Fenced in, I’m reminded each Fall My memory remains unclear To stop and consider thoughts dear A Turkey that remained unscathed On the scariest day of the year I give my brain another shake As if … Continue reading Stopping By A Turkey Pen On a Lonely Evening
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