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What is round as a dishpan, deep as a tub, and still the oceans couldn't fill it up?
What measures out time until in time all is smashed to it?
What gets beaten, and whipped, but never cries?
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face. Careering along, yet always in place, the thought has often come into my mind. If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale. But I'm always ready to tell a tale.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?