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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.
I pass before the sun, but make no shadow.
I count time, but have no end. Tick tick, but I am not a clock. What am I?
You can spin, wheel and twist, but this thing can turn without moving. What is it?
It is the great nemesis of the lactose intolerant.
The warmer I am the fresher I am.