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What happens once in June twice in August and never in May?
Although a human shape I wear, mother I never had. By every miss I'm valued much, still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised. What am I?
I'm found on Windows yet I am just a decoration. What am I?
I fly away as soon as you set me loose. People around you may slowly move away once they sense my presence.
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.