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John was going to a party and, as he approached, he could see in the windows that it was completely packed with people. He went inside only to discover that there wasn’t a single person inside
Four of us are in your field, But our differences keep us at yield, First, a one that is no fool, Though he resembles a gardener’s tool, Next, one difficult to split in two, And a girl once had one as big as her shoe, Then, to the mind, one’s a lovely bonder, And truancy makes it grow fonder, Last, a stem connecting dots of three
A house with two occupants, sometimes one, rarely three. Break the walls, eat the boarders, then throw away me.
My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
I am the red tongue of the earth, that buries cities.
I can only be played on a windy day