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With pointed fangs it sits in wait, With piercing force it doles out fate, Over bloodless victims proclaiming its might, Eternally joining in a single bite What is it?
Why was the broom late?
What work of writing can one never finish?
Why did it rain Pennies?
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
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