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Blend a teapot shot so the pearlies won’t rot!
They're up near the sky, on something very tall. Sometimes they die, only then do they fall.
They try to beat me, they try in vain. And when I win, I end the pain.
What do you use to hoe a row, slay a foe, and wring with woe?
It is by nature, soft as silk; A puffy cloud, white as milk; Snow tops this tropical crop; The dirtiest part of a mop
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.