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Power enough to smash ships and crush roofs. Yet it still must fear the sun.
I have a face, yet no senses. But I don't really care, because time is of the essence.
A mile from end to end, yet as close to as a friend. A precious commodity, freely given. Seen on the dead and on the living. Found on the rich, poor, short and tall, but shared among children most of all.
It's in your hand though you can not feel it. Only you and time can reveal it.
Plow and hoe, reap and sow, What soon does every farmer grow?
Why was the cook arrested?