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The light turns on, I see three stools, on one sits a wilted bouquet of flowers, on one sits an empty envelope, and the last one is empty, the light turns off.
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The light turns on, I see three stools, on one sits a bouquet of flowers, on one sits a post card, and on the last one sits a piece of paper, I go up to the paper and read what it says, the light turn off.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
The light turns on, I see three stools, on one sits a wilted bouquet of flowers, on one sits a pass-port, and on the last one sits a poster, I read the poster: "The Choice is Yours", The lights turn off.
why steven? Why dost thou torment me so?! I feel as if I understand this one better than the ice cream one...but I'm probably still far off the mark. Hm...
ReplyDeleteI sense anticipation of a foreign mission call...
ReplyDeleteYes, I agree with Sean. The second stool is a mission call. Im still confused on the others. :P
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