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Late afternoons I often bathe. I'll soak in water piping hot. My essence goes through. My see through clothes. Used up am I - I've gone to pot.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows.
I scribble forms of the finest letter, And repel elements of the harshest weather. I am an arrow-aimer and a dust-breaker.
A box without hinges, lock or key, yet golden treasure lies within.
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail