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who do you think you know but sometimes you don't
A house full, a yard full, a chimney full, no one can get a spoonful.
Searing 'cross the pitchΒ-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.
A horrid monster hides from the day, with many legs and many eyes. With silver chains it catches prey. And eats it all before it dies. Yet in every cottage does it stay. And every castle beneath the sky.
There is a puzzle which can be asked all day with a different correct answer each time. What is the puzzle?
Dry though I may be, I am still a sea.