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This once a year family, My Thanksgiving wish- I'd kill for a beer To get me through this. Murmuring strangers Kiss on the cheek. I'll finish the dishes, Auntie's dead on her feet. Introductions go around. Who are you again? Such bad table manners, Somehow we're all kin. Granny's tremulous voice, asking "Who is that woman?" "That's not my granddaughter." "Bitch is after my bourbon!" Then I see the resemblence In each wine glass refilled. Our eyes glaze identical, While the rifts are all healed. I'll split Granny's bottle With dear Cousin Unknown, And we'll all take our heritage, As we each stumble home. |
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