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Open me, and you can't see me without a mirror. Close me and you can't see me at all. What am I?
Canine children.
The thunder comes before the lightning and the lightning comes before the cloud The rain dries all the land it touches wrapping the earth in a blood red shroud.
Better touch me before you proceed to second.
Where I am there is no south, west, nor east, and weather is not fit for man or beast. What am I?
What is always coming but never arrives?