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A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I'm the torment of man.
Handy when you need to measure something or run a kingdom.
One who has offended the government and has been detained by it
Turns us on our backs, and open up our stomachs. You will be the wisest of men though at start a lummox.
Sheets of paper that tell new stories each day.
What is always coming but never arrives?