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It is by nature, soft as silk; A puffy cloud, white as milk; Snow tops this tropical crop; The dirtiest part of a mop
A cowboy rode into Friday. He stayed in town for three days and rode back on friday. How is that possible?
My head bobs lazily in the sun. You think I'm cute. For my face is yellow my hair is white and my body is green.
I move without wings, Between silken string, I leave as you find, My substance behind.
What does man love more than life, fear more than death or mortal strife. What the poor have, the rich require, and what contented men desire. What the miser spends, and the spendthrift saves. And all men carry to their graves.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?