Thanksgiving Acrostic Poem

Thanksgiving Acrostic Poem short poem

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T is for Turkey
H is for Helping Hands
A is for Apple Pie
N is for Nice conversations
K is for Kindness
S is for Sharing and Smiles
G is for Gathering around the table
I is for Interesting stories
V is for Values that everyone has
I is for Inspiration
N is for Neat people you share Thanksgiving Dinner with
G is for Giving Thanks

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