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Walk on the living, they donβt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble
You eat something you neither plant nor plow. It is the son of water, but if water touches it, it dies.
Voiceless it cries,Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters.
People like this usually live in rural areas, unless they are lucky enough to strike oil and move to Beverly Hills.
A seed am I, three letters make my name. Take away two and I still sound the same.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?