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I love to dance and twist and prance. I shake my tail, as away I sail. Wingless I fly into the sky.
It flies when it's on and floats coming off.
We are five little objects of an everyday sort, You will find us all in a tennis court.
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
I am mother and father, but never birth or nurse. I'm rarely still, but I never wander.
A cowboy rode into Friday. He stayed in town for three days and rode back on friday. How is that possible?