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Upon me you can tread, though softly under cover. And I will take you places, that you have yet to discover. I'm high, and I'm low, though flat in the middle. And though a joy to the children, adults think of me little.
if your love your mom and your dad and your brother and your family members but no one knows who your are who are you?
A tiny bead, like fragile glass, strung along a cord of grass.
Do you know what you can hold without ever touching it?
I am cracked by Indiana Jones. What am I?
What is always coming but never arrives?