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I return to this place for Thanksgiving,
Hills created with scarlet and gold.
And hear whispered from treetop
The nostalgic memories they hold.
I bow now in prayerful remembrance
And thank Thee, O God, for this day.
For these friends who embrace me so warmly,
For these hills in their autumn array. Gelia K. Parker, Thanksgiving Ideals.

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