I laid down on rugs
thinking of yesterday
I saw my place in envy
I should be home, pity
it's just so far for me
I fall asleep silently
I wake with terrible ache
stand up go for cold drink
it was a relief I accept
but I never forget what
am I thinking beforehand
happy thanksgiving everyone
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