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Oh lord! I am not worthy! I bend my limbs to the ground. I cry yet without a sound. Let me drink of waters deep. And in silence I will weep.
Tear one off and scratch my head what was red is black instead. What is it?
What is black and white and red all over?
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go thought follows close behind.
Poor people have it. Rich people need it. If you eat it you die. What is it?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?