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Candied yams and pumpkin
pie �
The time to gather family
To gives thanks, is really why �
For, the bounty on our tables
And the freedoms, we all share
To do what ere we're able �
To travel here and there �
Sometimes, we take for granted
The blessings of this land
From seeds, forefathers planted
Grown into something, so grand �
It's not perfect, in any way
But, nothing will ever be �
This place is still the greatest �
"My country, �tis of thee". |
