My history is long in tellin...
My history is long in telling, Though my origins are unknown. I watch the tender earth most carefully, Clothed in discards long disowned. I guard against the raucous poachers, Praying for a gust of wind that will animate my lifeless form. The autumn winds will signal the completion of my job. Maybe if I had a brain I'd choose to move south for the winter. Who am I?Correct answers: 39
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Turbulent Times
A plane hit a patch of severe turbulence and the passengers were holding on tight as it rocked and reeled through the night. A little old lady turned to a minister who was sitting behind her and said, "You're a man of God. Can't you do something about this?"
He replied, "Sorry, I can't. I'm in sales, not management."