THANKSGIVING SPECIAL!
130. When the pilgrims landed at Plymouth Rock
the gray expanse shivered a reception
welcoming their black and white souls to dock
with no small amount of apprehension.
The pilgrims were thankful the land was gray
not a dark hell of devilish dominion.
The pilgrims were thankful the land was gray
but knew it would never be white enough.
Their square dispositions buckled to prey
for deliverance over oceans rough
to a promised land in need of repairs
with moral convictions, piously gruff.
And still to this day the gray expanse shares
but bleached and scorched it wonders if it errs.
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