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It might come back

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March 21, 2026, 09:55 PM
parabellum
It might come back
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March 21, 2026, 09:59 PM
SigFan
Well, that would suck…


Regards From Sunny Tucson,
SigFan

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"Faith isn't believing that God can; it's knowing that He will." (From a sign on a church in Nicholasville, Kentucky)
March 21, 2026, 10:23 PM
TXLe
That blows.
March 21, 2026, 11:14 PM
Mustang-PaPa
Yeah it might come back is what you tell your kid when they let go of their helium filled balloon.
March 22, 2026, 06:03 AM
Rick_Perry
It's one of those new boomerang tents. It'll come back.


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March 22, 2026, 06:50 AM
220-9er
For just a moment, I thought it was the Classified’s.
Could this be a sign?


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March 22, 2026, 03:44 PM
Fredward
It's probably with my lawn furniture umbrella.
March 23, 2026, 11:20 AM
YooperSigs
When it does come back, Chuck Norris will be in it!


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Upper Peninsula: 4 Miles
March 23, 2026, 09:28 PM
fischtown7
Multiple UFO sightings reported, Authorities are baffled no radar images reported.
March 23, 2026, 11:43 PM
6guns
What are those things called??? Oh yeah, tent stakes!




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March 24, 2026, 08:10 AM
Southern Rebel
Even lowly tents have a right to high ambitions!



High Flight

By John Gillespie Magee Jr.
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds,—and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of—wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air ....

Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew—
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.