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I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground. It holds pale gems of blue.
I love to dance and twist and prance. I shake my tail, as away I sail. Wingless I fly into the sky.
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.
I am so simple that I can only point. Yet I guide men all over the world.
This small, round stone fruit that is typically bright or dark red, is often served on top of whipped cream on a milk shake.