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Until I am measured, I am not known. Yet, how you miss me when I have flown. What Am I?
I taste better than I smell. What am I?
I am the black child of a white father a wingless bird flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me even though there is no cause for grief and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air.
I have a little pool with two layers of wall around it. One white and soft and the other dark and hard. Amidst a light brown grassy lawn with an outline of a green grass.
My tail is long my coat is brown I like the country I like the town. I can live in a house or live in a shed And I come out to play when you are in bed.
Keep doing me to avoid lens dryness