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We travel much, yet prisoners are, and close confined to boot. Yet with any horse, we will keep the pace, and will always go on foot.
I am a fire's best friend. When fat, my body fills with wind. When pushed to thin, through my nose I blow. Then you can watch the embers glow.
What can't you see, hear or feel, until its too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind.
Once they sailed the sea, now they surf the web
Lynn likes grapes but not potatoes. She likes squash but not lettuce, and she likes peas but not onions. Following the same rule, will she like pumpkins or apples?