Working men, and
Who are left behind
Low-wage happy face,
And the running delivery man
And lonely adventurer
In the wilderness.
Sisters and fathers
In the big churches
Or in their tiniest houses
My street mates
My Café mates,
My bus mates,
Who is watching me
And I did not notice.
Who is sleeping,
And who is dreaming,
Who is on the road,
Who is traveling
Or who is orbiting
Around the planet.
And the European:
The first who came
And the last who are trying.
The lost and found
Happy Thanksgiving given Native America
Happy Thanksgiving to the lost and found
And new born babies.
Happy Thanksgiving Eileen.
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