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An iron horse with a flaxen tail. The faster the horse runs, the shorter his tail becomes.
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
A caribbean shape that makes ships disappear
Though desert men once called me God, today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
When the day after tomorrow is yesterday, today will be as far from Wednesday as today was from Wednesday when the day before yesterday was tomorrow. What is the day after this day?
My days are numbered. What am I?