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I always run but never walk, I sometimes sing but cannot talk, No head on which a hat to place, You always look me in the face.
What has roots as nobody sees, is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet never grows?
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face. Careering along, yet always in place, the thought has often come into my mind. If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
Four of us are in your field, But our differences keep us at yield, First, a one that is no fool, Though he resembles a gardenerโs tool, Next, one difficult to split in two, And a girl once had one as big as her shoe, Then, to the mind, oneโs a lovely bonder, And truancy makes it grow fonder, Last, a stem connecting dots of three
A cowboy rode into Friday. He stayed in town for three days and rode back on friday. How is that possible?
What sphinxes employ and players enjoy.