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What goes through the door without pinching itself? What sits on the stove without burning itself? What sits on the table and is not ashamed?
Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
A dagger thrust at my own heart, dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, to the twisting of the blade.
What has three ways out and just one way in?
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.
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?