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I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
Three little letters, a paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.
Blend a teapot shot so the pearlies wonβt rot!
When there is fire in me then I am still cold. When I own your true loveβs face then you will not see me. To all things I give no more than I am given. In time I may have all things, and yet I can keep nothing.
you hold my tail while I fish for you