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November 22nd, 2005, 12:41 PM
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Noclouds
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November 22nd, 2005, 01:48 PM
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CanadianGirl
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HaPpY ThanksGiving my American friends [img]graemlins/heart.gif[/img]
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November 23rd, 2005, 04:42 AM
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Noclouds
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Thank you for the gift of life,
For letting me be me,
For all that I can know by words
And all that I can see,
For all the music I can hear
And all the songs I sing,
For all the joy that comes to me
And all the joy I bring,
For all the food that I can taste
And all the sweet scents smell,
For all the loved ones I can touch,
Who love and wish me well,
For all the beauty of the world,
Ever fresh and new,
I don't know whom else I can thank,
And so I'm thanking you.
by Nicholas Gordon
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November 23rd, 2005, 08:22 AM
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Noclouds
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November 24th, 2005, 04:24 AM
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Noclouds
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Another Thanksgiving poem:
Gratitude, like love, is part of being,
Remaining when all else is left behind,
Absurd and yet quite natural, a yearning
To give to light the worship of the wind.
In gratitude we find a gift worth giving
To something that no gift can serve at all,
Unburdening ourselves of unspent feeling
Dammed behind a thick and willful wall,
Else cut off by reason from our awe.
by Nicholas Gordon
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November 24th, 2005, 08:05 AM
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Noclouds
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Blessings are the things we take for granted.
Each holiday we notice what we see.
Most know the Earth is utterly enchanted
Yet walk through life and love mechanically.
Valuing one's gifts takes resolution
After days and nights of fantasy.
Love brings the sweet relief of absolution,
Enveloping our hesitance in need.
No touch inspires so swift a revolution,
Transforming all the hieroglyphs we read.
In your love is the charity of spring,
Neither self-obsessed nor blinded by some creed,
Embracing the grey dawns that blessings bring.
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