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Oh Our Bellys

Thanksgiving is over and we ate until our belly's hurt. Brother ate so much food he popped the buttons off his shirt. Mom made the dressing Pa-Pa cooked the turkey. Uncle said hey lets make some home made jerkey. Sister served dessert's and glasses of ice-tea. All our favorites for us to see. The grandkids stood in line for cake,pudding and pie. Dad rubbed his belly and so did I. Teresa Skyles/Theoklapoet Wrote this after dinner.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 11/26/2010 8:35:00 PM
VERY cute after-thanksgiving dinner poetry. Loved it, Teresa!! ps My captcha says "pusy" hahaha
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Date: 11/26/2010 4:36:00 PM
Sounds like u had a lovely T.D. feast my friend and an enjoyable write too... the first two lines seem to fit us yesterday too.. u can read my new blog on my hubbie .. we had lots of excitement after dinner late last night luv.. thankxx for your prayers... so needed...luv..
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Date: 11/26/2010 1:55:00 PM
Smiling ear to ear.....what a warm feeling for project from the gem.....Enjoyed love Michael
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