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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.
When can someone truthfully tell someone βwell doneβ but think they did a bad job?
I don't have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now I'm white and empty.
Often held but never touched. Always wet but never rusts. Often bits but seldom bit. To use it well you must have wit.
I have four legs but no tail. Usually I am heard only at night.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?