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Walk on the living, they don't even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble.
What is it that given one, you’ll have either two or none?
What wears a coat in the winter and pants in the summer?
We are all around, yet to us you are half blind. Sunlight makes us invisible, and difficult to find
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face. Careering along, yet always in place, the thought has often come into my mind. If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?