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You heart it speak, for it has a hard tongue. But it cannot breathe, for it has not a lung.
I am a good state, there can be no doubt of itΝΎ But those who are in, entirely are out of it.
I grow for a surface, even if you cut me. I continue to grow even after death.
Three little letters, a paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
Hoofed frolicking.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?