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Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground.
What grows in winter, dies in summer, and grows roots upward?
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.
He stands beside the road. In a purple cap at tattered green cloak. Those who touch him, curse him.
The barber of New York shave all men in New York. No man living in New York is allowed to shave himself. The barber of Nee York lives in New York. Who shaves the barber ?
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.