Picked by hand to begin, then Whitney created the gin. Woven and sewn for daily attire, wash me cold, or else I will shrink entire.

A Roman parade A sarcastic canine A motorcycle A stunning win.

Two hands meet but do not fight, We grip together, firm and tight. We seal a deal without a pen, Or greet a friend we meet again. A sign of peace from days of old, A silent story clearly told.

My favorite pastime since I was a lad, rca cables got tangled real bad. Sonic and Mario grew up with me, so what was the name of my favorite hobby?

I am the first to be laid, yet I carry the weight, Of the grandest cathedral and the halls of the state. I sit at the angle where two walls must meet, Holding the structure so it stays on its feet.