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Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
What measures out time until in time all is smashed to it?
When does Christmas come before Thanksgiving?
If Teresa’s daughter is my daughter’s mother, who am I to Teresa?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?
I can only be played on a windy day
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Animal
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Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?