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I am nothing but holes tied to holes, yet am strong as iron.
Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty killer.
Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
A cowboy rode into Friday. He stayed in town for three days and rode back on friday. How is that possible?
What is lighter than what it is made of?
Where do polar bears go to vote?