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A little pool with two layers of wall around it. One white and soft and the other dark and hard. Amidst a light brown grassy lawn with an outline of a green grass.
Through its wounds, water does run. It once held many but now has none. What is it?
I walked and walked and at last I got it. I didn't want it. So I stopped and looked for it. When I found it, I threw it away.
According to the music industry, you can count on a midnight train and the devil to turn up here.
Only one color, but not one size. Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies. Present in sun, but not in rain. Doing no harm, and feeling no pain.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?