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I am just two and two. I am hot. I am cold. I am the parent of numbers that cannot be told. I am a gift beyond measure, a matter of course. What am I?
First you see me in the grass dressed in yellow gay; next I am in dainty white, then I fly away. What am I?
I go from house to house a messenger small and tight. Whether it rains or snows I sleep outside at night.
I'm sometimes white and always wrong. I can break a heart and hurt the strong. I can build love and tear it down. I can make a smile, but more often bring a frown. What am I?
I moan I groan I chase after you. I never seem to rest. Timeβs up for you.
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.