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It is sometimes known to have silver linings.
It is a path of cow juice spread across the sky but cannot be seen by the naked eye
My first is high, My second damp, My whole a tie, A writer's cramp
What is often returned, but never borrowed/
I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man's song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night - and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?