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What can't you see, hear or feel, until its too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
I saw a strange creature. Long, hard, and straight, thrusting into a round, dark opening. Preparing to discharge its load of lives. Puffing and squealing noises accompanied it, then a final screech as it slowed and stopped.
This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has hands; lacks a head but has a face.
Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, all day I follow no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.
Jack and Jill when up the hill jack fell down
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.