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We are five little objects of an everyday sort. You will find us all in a tennis court.
It is by nature, soft as silk; A puffy cloud, white as milk; Snow tops this tropical crop; The dirtiest part of a mop
I cost no money to use, or conscious effort to take part of. And as far as you can see, there is nothing to me. But without me, you are dead.
Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
If you break me, I do not stop working. If you touch me, I may be snared. If you lose me, nothing will matter.
A cowboy rode into Friday. He stayed in town for three days and rode back on friday. How is that possible?