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I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man's song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night - and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled.
Ten men's strength, ten men's length. Ten men can't break it, yet a young boy walks off with it.
Has feathers but can't fly. Rests on legs but can't walk.
What has a neck and no head, two arms but no hands?
Late afternoons I often bathe. I'll soak in water piping hot. My essence goes through. My see through clothes. Used up am I - I've gone to pot.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?