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What do you throw out to use and take in when you're done?
A muttered rumble was heard from the pen, and I, in my walking stopped to look in. What was this I saw? A massive beast, hoofed, and jawed. With spikes upon its mighty brow, I watched as he struck the turf and prowled. And yet for all of his magnificence, he couldn't get out of that wooden fence.
I have one eye. See near and far. I hold the moments you treasure and the things that make you weep.
Left to right Iām quite bright. Right to left I might bite.
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
I am owned by Old McDonald.