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Double my number, I'm less than a score. Half of my number is less than four. Add one to my double when bakers are near. Days of the week are still greater, I fear.
You use a knife to slice my head. And weep beside me when I am dead.
In the night a mountain, in the morning a meadow.
A horrid monster hides from the day, with many legs and many eyes. With silver chains it catches prey. And eats it all before it dies. Yet in every cottage does it stay. And every castle beneath the sky.
It is a path of cow juice spread across the sky but cannot be seen by the naked eye
What do angels sing in the shower?