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Power enough to smash ships and crush roofs. Yet it still must fear the sun.
The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind.
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk
What gets wetter as it dries?
A hill full, a hole full, yet you cannot catch a bowl full.
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?