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What can be big, white, dirty and wicked?
What flies around all day but never goes anywhere?
Who is it that rows quickly with four oars, but never comes out from under his own roof?
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?
What is always coming but never arrives?