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I come in winter. I cannot see, hear, or feel. I can't eat, but you can eat parts of me.
There is a man that can never enjoy the fireplace, who is this man?
Words come out of it, aligned in perfect silence. A messenger of black on white, a slinky fellow drawing lines, of thin and soft graphite
From tree to tree it jumps and it swings and this furry little fella likes fruits, nuts and seeds. And sometimes people say to βstop βusβ-ing around.
What's at the head of an elephant and at the tail of a squirrel?
The virgin gave birth to a child and threw away the blanket.