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Blend a teapot shot so the pearlies wonβt rot!
My first half is normally made of stone, my second is crazy, and I taste sweet when complete.
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt, my merest touch brings laughter.
Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
What is round as a dishpan, deep as a tub, and still the oceans couldn't fill it up?
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.