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Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, all day I follow no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.
I drift forever with the current down these long canals theyโve 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, Iโm good at killing people too.
Through its wounds, water does run. It once held many but now has none. What is it?
A hill full, a hole fullอพ yet you cannot catch a bowl full. What is it?
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
Why was the cook arrested?