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Not a burden for its weight and daily carried out, He who takes it wishes it had never come about
A house full, a yard full, a chimney full, no one can get a spoonful.
I am believed to be only one dimensional, and tinier than anything can be, and there are many who say that I am the basis of all that we see. What am I?
The person who makes it has no need for it. The person who purchases it does not use it. The person who does use it does not know he or she is. What is it?
A dagger thrust at my own heart, dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, to the twisting of the blade.
My first is snapping, snarling, growling, My second's industrious, romping, and prowling. Higgledy piggledy Here we lie, picked and plucked, and put in a pie.