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I climb higher when hot, But beware my rage, I’ll kill with a breath, If I can escape my cage
The itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot variety is quite popular.
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills And empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.
A cowboy rode into Friday. He stayed in town for three days and rode back on friday. How is that possible?
What has roots that nobody sees, and is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet it never grows.
I tell people to be careful when handling boxes.