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Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty killer.
how many words are in those books
What flies forever, Rests never?
I can be quick and then I'm deadly, I am a rock, shell and bone medley. If I was made into a man, I'd make people dream, I gather in my millions By ocean, sea and stream.
What goes through the door without pinching itself? What sits on the stove without burning itself? What sits on the table and is not ashamed?
What is always coming but never arrives?