| I can run swiftly and silently when you want me to stay still, I can move slowly and cautiously and am yours to fill. You look at me often and yet you always forget me, I am the most feared killer, yet you can’t live without me. Sometimes you have me for all to spare, Yet when you need me, I am not there. You can waste me, or cherish me, you choose the track, But once you’re done, you can never get me back. |
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| A spoonerism is a transposition of initial sounds of two or more words (as in “tons of soil” for “sons of toil”).
Armed with this definition, what is a spoonerism for a collection of almonds, cashews and walnuts as opposed to rejected dogs at the animal shelter? |
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Newly married, my husband and I had, had several heated discussions concerning the division of household chores.
I complained that I was doing the lion’s share. Not long after, I returned home and found every second room vacuumed, the dishes washed and the laundry done and folded. I was even more touched to find “I love you” drawn in the dust on every second shelf of the bookcases.
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