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When the horse strokes the cat, the wood begins to sing.
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.
It is the great nemesis of the lactose intolerant.
It is a path of cow juice spread across the sky but cannot be seen by the naked eye
If you spot one of these eastern warriors, they're not doing their job right.
What do angels sing in the shower?