The first rays of the morning sun,Thanksgiving Day is nigh.
The house fills up with cinnamon
And cinnamon tints the sky
A lazy day spent snug at home,
The middle of the week.
I’m back to work tomorrow morn;
Today it’s peace I seek.
And peace there was, with my old friends;
A book, a cup of tea,
And all the beauty of the day
Displayed for me to see.
But now the day draws to a close
How fast it passed me by
And all that’s left are memories
Of cinnamon and the sky.
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