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Searing 'cross the pitchยญ-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.
What wears a coat in the winter and pants in the summer?
You can read it both ways, I wearอพ One way it's a number, reversed a snare.
What goes up but never comes down?
When the day after tomorrow is yesterday, today will be as far from Wednesday as today was from Wednesday when the day before yesterday was tomorrow. What is the day after this day?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?