Turkeys almost done,
the smell of stuffing fills the air..
The hams on the table,
Thanksgivings almost here..
Everyone hears a knock,
but there's no one at the door..
Sit down to pray,
we hear the knock once more..
One can never tell,
who will come to call..
Be thankful for the life you have,
you could have none at all..
- C. Pantoja
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Creepy Poems
Horror1st. Book in my "Creepy Poems" series. I hope you enjoy it ☠ I do read all comments, and appreciate knowing which ones are your favorites
