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When I'm metal or wood, I help you get home. When I'm flesh and I'm blood. In the darkness I roam.
Old Grandpa Diddle Daddle jumped in the mud puddle, green cap and yellow shoes. Guess all your loftiness and you can't guess these news.
What has a coat? Hugs you not in sympathy? Whose smile you'd rather not see? Whose stance is a terrible thing to see? Who is it that brave men run away from? Whose fingers are clawed? Whose sleep lasts for months? And who's company we shunt?
The alphabet goes from A to Z. What goes from Z to A?
Black and scary, small and hairy. In the night you hear it preach, Through its noisy high pitched screech.
What is always coming but never arrives?