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At first I am a yellow weed in the lawn, and then the wind blows, and my white feathers are gone. What am I?
How can you burn an apple, blueberry, rose and pumpkin without leaving any ashes but retaining the smell of it?
Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
When the day after tomorrow is yesterday, today will be as far from Wednesday as today was from Wednesday when the day before yesterday was tomorrow. What is the day after this day?
Voiceless it cries, wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.
Why can't Kevin, who is now living in Canada, not be buried in the USA?