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If I were a Thanksgiving Turkey... I would look at me. I would listen to humans talking. I would watch to see if someone was going to come and get me for Thanksgiving dinner. I would want to explore the woods. If I were a Thanksgiving turkey… I would smell another turkey that got cooked for Thanksgiving dinner. I would taste a leaf. I would be stuffed with myself because I was Thanksgiving dinner. I would wish to be a flying turkey so nobody could get me and eat me. I would run as fast as I can if someone is trying to get me for Thanksgiving dinner. ~fin |
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I like how it encourages us to enjoy life, to explore the forest and taste the leaves, yet it reminds us of our own mortality while still implying that death itself is a beautiful, even a delicious thing |
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Nov 24, 2015 06:23
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trying to upstage a literal five-year-old smdh |
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Nov 24, 2015 14:09
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Theglavwen posted:That's actually the poem's deepest line. The turkey gets stuffed, but so too do all the diners, you are 'stuffed' at the end of Thanksgiving dinner, stuffed with turkey. In both partaking of and being the Thanksgiving dinner, Jett's turkey-daughter would need to be 'stuffed' in the terms of being a turkey, but in terms of partaking in dinner, that with which she would be stuffed would inevitably be herself. this is my interpretation |
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Nov 24, 2015 18:31
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bumper sticker: i beat up your honor student |
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