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Held firmly in the hands, like a sword it cuts deep. Bloodless strokes, all, then forward we leap.
What force and strength cannot get through. I, with a gentle touch, can do. Many in the street would stand. Were I not a friend at hand.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?
It holds most knowledge that has ever been said. But is not the brain, is not the head. To feathers and their masters, it's both bane and boonย One empty, and one full.
John was going to a party and, as he approached, he could see in the windows that it was completely packed with people. He went inside only to discover that there wasnโt a single person inside
I appear in the morning. But am always there. You can never see me. Though I am everywhere. By night I am gone, though I sometimes never was. Nothing can defeat me. But I am easily gone.