Thanksgiving was here
A big turkey was plucked
The feathers removed
In the garbage they were hucked
He wanted her to see
Something he wrote
He plucked on her sleeve
And passed her the note
They would pull
They would pluck
But the darn car
Would not come unstuck
When nobody noticed
He would grab one
Pluck a strawberry
Then turn and run
Plucking the strings
Strumming his guitar
After hours of practice
He knew the song by heart
A random word chosen
©firefly
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