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I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
If Mississippi should lend Missouri her New Jersey, what would Delaware?
What binds two people yet touches only one?
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.
My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.