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I usually wear a yellow coat. I usually have a dark head. I make marks wherever I go.
It is the electronic version of junk mail or a salty meat in a can.
Without a bridle, or a saddle, across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride, by help of me, though almost blind, are made to see.
My thunder comes before the lightning. My lightning comes before the clouds. My rain dries all the land it touches.
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice thatβs the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?