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Slayer of regrets, old and new, sought by many, found by few.
Two little holes in the side of a hill. Just as you come to the cherry-red mill.
I scribble forms of the finest letter, And repel elements of the harshest weather. I am an arrow-aimer and a dust-breaker.
What flies forever, Rests never?
I work when I play and play when I work.
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?