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I go around in circles, but always straight ahead. Never complain, no matter where I am led.
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not rich, but leave silver in my track.
Who is that with a neck and no head, two arms and no hands? What is it?
A muttered rumble was heard from the pen, and I, in my walking stopped to look in. What was this I saw? A massive beast, hoofed, and jawed. With spikes upon its mighty brow, I watched as he struck the turf and prowled. And yet for all of his magnificence, he couldn't get out of that wooden fence.
Why is the letter B always cool?