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When the creeper passes, all the grass kneels
I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man's song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night - and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled.
What lies in a tunnel of darkness. That can only attack when pulled back?
Though I have neither legs nor feet, my use is for to go; Although I cannot speak, I tell what others want to know
Round as a button, deep as a well. If you want me to talk, you must first pull my tail.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?