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Left to right Iām quite bright. Right to left I might bite.
What flies without wings? What passes all things? What mends all sorrow? What brings the morrow?
At first, I am nothing. Add something to negate. Add again to oppose. Add again to find the time to draw. Add once more to find nobody at all.
When liquid splashes me, none seeps through. When I am moved a lot, liquid I spew. When I am hit, color I change. And color, I come in quite a range. What I cover is very complex, and I am very easy to flex.
Face with a tree, skin like the sea. A great beast I am. Yet vermin frightens me.
Why was the cook arrested?