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I march before armies, a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory, but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover, one-legged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.
He stands beside the road. In a purple cap at tattered green cloak. Those who touch him, curse him.
Tool of thief, toy of queen. Always used to be unseen. Sign of joy, sign of sorrow. Giving all likeness borrowed.
What is seen in the middle of March and April that canβt be seen at the beginning or end of either month?
With pointed fangs it sits in wait. With piercing force it doles out fate, over bloodless victims proclaiming its might. Eternally joining in a single bite.
Why is the letter B always cool?