Daniel Brizuela
11/25/11
Plain poem.
Just when the plane lands,
Greet your visiting family with a clap of your hands.
The family is soon coming,
They’ll arrive in the morning.
In Thanksgiving we thanks,
Lets us see how this year ranks.
Someday there will be peace,
Especially for my new niece!
Later we’ll eat,
As making it was such a feat.
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