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I love to dance and twist and prance. I shake my tail, as away I sail. Wingless I fly into the sky.
Autumn leaves and bad bowlers wreak havoc on this
Power enough to smash ships and crush roofs. Yet it still must fear the sun.
Born of earth, but with none of its strength. Molded by flame, but with none of its power. Shaped
I don't think or eat or slumber. Or move around or fear thunder. Just like you I look the same but I can't harm you or be your bane.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?