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My thunder comes before the lightning. My lightning comes before the clouds. My rain dries all the land it touches.
If I have it, I don't share it. If I share it, I don't have it. What is it?
What do people want the least on their hands?
I saw a strange creature. Long, hard, and straight, thrusting into a round, dark opening. Preparing to discharge its load of lives. Puffing and squealing noises accompanied it, then a final screech as it slowed and stopped.
I look at you, you look at me, I raise my right, you raise your left.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.