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I saw a strange creature. Long, hard, and straight, thrusting into a round, dark opening. Preparing to discharge its load of lives. Puffing and squealing noises accompanied it, then a final screech as it slowed and stopped.
I'm tall in the morning and short in the noon. I disappear at night but I will be back soon.
What can stand in place of a country but still fold away in a drawer?
Without this, eating food and Steven Spielberg's career would be very different.
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face. Careering along, yet always in place, the thought has often come into my mind. If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?