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Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
What runs around all day. Then lies under the bed. With its tongue hanging out?
What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?
Although my cow is dead, I still beat her. What a racket she makes!
A box without hinges, lock or key, yet golden treasure lies within.
Why was the cook arrested?