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What measures out time. Until in time all is smashed to it?
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is withinΝΎ You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
Hold the tail, while I fish for you.
Describes a mysterious region and a stylish pair of shorts.
I am nothing but holes tied to holes, yet am strong as iron.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?