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Blend a teapot shot so the pearlies wonβt rot!
Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
I crawl on the earth. And rise on a pillar.
What zips through the sky with a tail of fire and dust. It could be an omen, its origin to discuss?
You must keep this thing. Its loss will affect your brothers. For once yours is lost, it will soon be lost by others.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?