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I grow for a surface, even if you cut me. I continue to grow even after death.
I run around the city, but I never move.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
I drift forever with the current down these long canals theyβve made, Tame, yet wild, I run elusive Multitasking to your aid. Before I came, the world was darker, colder, sometimes, rougher, true. But though I might make living easy, Iβm good at killing people too.
A time when they're green. A time when they're brown. But both of these times, cause me to frown. But just in between, for a very short while. They're perfect and yellow. And cause me to smile.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?