With no turkey to call my own

As my stomach grumbles, I set here all alone, with no turkey to call my own.

I check my news feed so I don’t feel all alone. Turkeys everywhere. Some are even picked to the bone. 

Restaurants are all close. With no way to get a turkey I can call my own. 

Next year I’ll plan ahead, and I won’t have this tone.

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