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My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is withinΝΎ You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
I saw a strange creature. Long, hard, and straight, thrusting into a round, dark opening. Preparing to discharge its load of lives. Puffing and squealing noises accompanied it, then a final screech as it slowed and stopped.
It's in your hand though you can not feel it. Only you and time can reveal it.
Who is it that rows quickly with four oars, but never comes out from under his own roof?
He has one and a person has two. A citizen has three. And a human being has four. A personality has five. And an inhabitant of earth has six.
What do angels sing in the shower?