Full Circle

The year has turned its circle,  
 The seasons come and go.  
 "The harvest all is gathered in  
 And chilly north winds blow.  
 Orchards have shared their treasures,  
 The fields, their yellow grain,  
 So open wide the doorway  
 Thanksgiving comes again

As well as to everyone else.

Happy Thanksgiving to all.
Safe travels and enjoy.

xo Mickey xo

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To all the gents in the New York area!! I hope to come out there soon!  
Xoxo Kayden