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We are five little objects of an everyday sort, You will find us all in a tennis court.
I drift forever with the current down these long canals theyβve made, Tame, yet wild, I run elusive Multitasking to your aid. Before I came, the world was darker, colder, sometimes, rougher, true. But though I might make living easy, Iβm good at killing people too.
Two horses, swiftest traveling, harnessed in a pair, and grazing ever in places. Distant from them.
In the forest, this blends in just right, but every December it is covered with lights. What is it?
Looks like water, but it's heat. Sits on sand, lays on concrete. A play on the eyes, but it's all lies.
Often cooked as fillet, this meat comes from an animal that swims underwater.