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What bird can lift the heaviest weight?
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
The moon is my father. The sea is my mother. I have a million brothers. I die when I reach land
Four of us are in your field, But our differences keep us at yield, First, a one that is no fool, Though he resembles a gardenerโs tool, Next, one difficult to split in two, And a girl once had one as big as her shoe, Then, to the mind, oneโs a lovely bonder, And truancy makes it grow fonder, Last, a stem connecting dots of three
Two little holes in the side of a hill. Just as you come to the cherry-red mill.
I have feet on my head