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Never alive but practically extinct. How we miss the letters pressing the ribbon of ink. What is it?
Of no use to one, Bliss to two. Men lie for it. The baby’s right,
A leathery snake, with a stinging bite. I'll stay coiled up, unless I must fight.
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
What has a bell but isn't a church. Is full of air but is not a balloon?
hey are producers of pies and burgers and are great for tipping.