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You seek it out, when your hunger is ripe. It sits on four legs, and smokes a pipe.
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind.
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
Bury deep, Pile on stones, My mind will always Dig up them bones
Break it and it is better, immediately set and harder to break again
What is yellow, looks like the moon and has seeds?