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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 tastes better than it smells?
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
What always runs but never walks, often murmurs, never talks, has a bed but never sleeps, has a mouth but never eats?
Someone walked into a room and you heard a crash! Someone died. What happened?
Lynn likes grapes but not potatoes. She likes squash but not lettuce, and she likes peas but not onions. Following the same rule, will she like pumpkins or apples?