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A house full, a yard full, a chimney full, no one can get a spoonful.
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
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-legged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.
What has two hands, a round face, always runs, but stays in place?
I am a good state, there can be no doubt of itΝΎ But those who are in, entirely are out of it.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?