
Like a twirled cone?
Strides up the neighborhood green triangle, I happen upon a pole that’s dark brown on the bottom and very lighter toward the top. So maybe all my conjecture back a ways was was wasted? Really, could those very brown poles have started their lives all light?
You just can’t let these poles go, can you? Return in the middle of the night and maybe they are being used for pole dancing. OUCH! A sliver of wood in the behind would not be very comfortable.
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The whole world is a stage, ladysighs?
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We’re all auditioning for even the smallest part before the curtain comes down.
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perhaps –
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Just what you said yesterday, Beth!
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Just a guess
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