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I saw a strange creature. Long, hard, and straight, thrusting into a round, dark opening. Preparing to discharge its load of lives. Puffing and squealing noises accompanied it, then a final screech as it slowed and stopped.
Hold the tail, while I fish for you.
A circle of stones, never in rows. Stacked one on the other, mystery it sows. What is it?
What goes through the door without pinching itself? What sits on the stove without burning itself? What sits on the table and is not ashamed?
A time when they're green. A time when they're brown. But both of these times, cause me to frown. But just in between, for a very short while. They're perfect and yellow. And cause me to smile.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?