Come, ye thankful people, come, raise the song of harvest home;
All is safely gathered in, ere the winter storms begin.
God our Maker doth provide for our wants to be supplied;
Come to God’s own temple, come, raise the song of harvest home.

You know, it wasn't a bad hymn before Dr. Adams got a hold of it!

Later friends.

Frodo

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I'll update later on about when would be better.

Peace,

Frodo

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THAT'S RIGHT!