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Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
Jack and Jill when up the hill jack fell down
It is the electronic version of junk mail or a salty meat in a can.
I march before armies, a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory, but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover, one-Βlegged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?