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So cold, damp and dark this place. To stay you would refrain, yet those who occupy this place do never complain.
I can be moved. I can be rolled. But nothing will I hold. I'm red and I'm blue, and I can be other colors too. Having no head, though similar in shape. I have no eyes - yet move all over the place.
What can be heard and caught but never seen?
This is needed both for courage and hardcover books.
Up on high I wave away but not a word can I say.
Sugar on a stick. The kids love licking them