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I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.
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.
What is often returned, but never borrowed/
I can be used to type and point you see. But don't forget, you can count on me. What am I?
It's got twists and turns, but has no curves. Twist it to fix it, turn it to ruin it. What is it?
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.