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There I go again,
Thinking too big.
Illusions of grandeur,
Messing up my wig.
Deeper and deeper,
Into the hole I dig.
A Christmas dinner,
To beat the one before.
Everyone smiling,
And me they adore.
Food so good,
They'll beg for more.
Food sure smells good,
For a minute or two.
There's a smoke smell,
What am I to do?
The turkey's burned,
And the rolls, too.
Illusions of grandeur,
Got me down.
Everyone is hungry,
All they do is frown.
No one wants to eat a turkey,
This golden brown.
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I was blessed with
the gift of poetry. I thought I would share it with the world.
Hopefully you will enjoy my site.
You can also check
out some of my fellow poets sites.
Unice, deartra,
Rachel,
Monica, and Candy
Some poetry links.
African
American Poetry
Passion In Poetry
Poetry Café
Poetry
Haven
The Starlight Café
Cafe Poetry
Connection
Special thanks to Marta
and Grant
for their help with this site.
All poetry written by
Ronda Green.
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