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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.
Turns us on our backs, and open up our stomachs. You will be the wisest of men though at start a lummox.
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.
What can you fold but not crease?
Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. What is it?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?