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Of no use to one, Bliss to two. Men lie for it. The baby’s right,
Up on high I wave away but not a word can I say.
Take one out and scratch my head I am now black but once was red.
What has six faces and twenty-one eyes?
A muttered rumble was heard from the pen, and I, in my walking stopped to look in. What was this I saw? A massive beast, hoofed, and jawed. With spikes upon its mighty brow, I watched as he struck the turf and prowled. And yet for all of his magnificence, he couldn't get out of that wooden fence.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.