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As round as an apple. As deep as a cup. All the king's horses can't pull it up.
In your fire you hear me scream, creaking and whining, yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
I am the third from a sparkle bright, I thrive throughout the day and night. Deep in the path of a cows white drink. I've had thousands of millions of years to think. But one of my creatures is killing me. And so the question I ask to thee, is
The French word for 'fun size' in women's clothing.
It is destruction made out of thin air, You hear it howl and give a prayer, Through barns and houses it will tear. It is a deadly funnel, Of violent and twisting air.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?