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Wheel

Symbol of mass transportation, crucial as a pair of wings; wonder where we'd be without it in the broader scheme of things? It's hard to say just how we'd cope, or how we'd get around. I must confess a nagging fear we'd stay tied to the ground; go no further than Cro-Magnons dragging women by the hair, as they forage in the jungle lugging trophies to their lair! Our trips would be restricted to the tribe across the marsh; we'd just better hope they're friendly, not belligerent or harsh. The prospects weren't too sanguine that we'd subjugate the land until the wheel's invention guaranteed our upper hand.

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Date: 12/15/2015 11:11:00 PM
Yes, Yes Bless, Bless... HUGS LINDA
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Date: 12/15/2015 11:01:00 PM
Yup, the wheels keep turning, one of the best inventions possible. Keith, them Yabba-Dabba Do feet weren't gonna get us nowhere. enjoyed. LINDA
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Keith Bickerstaffe
Date: 12/15/2015 11:06:00 PM
Nope... Thank God for whoever first thought of choppin' off the corners!!! Bless you LINDA! Best wishes, Keith
Date: 12/15/2015 10:07:00 PM
Nicely written, Keith, but I'm not the wheel made us better humans or drivers! Best to you. /M
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Keith Bickerstaffe
Date: 12/15/2015 10:10:00 PM
Thank you sir! Your sly commentary is much appreciated. Best wishes, Keith

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