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In many hallways you would stand, if not with this in hand.
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I am the thing which everyone has, I consider myself Beautiful and Full of Joy, But the way I am treated Boy O Boy. I am mostly there but no one notices me, I try to prove my worth but nobodyโs there to see. They say I Suck, that I resemble Hell, But when I am about to go then it rings their Bell. Some consider me terrible and Hard, But when I am lost they send their Regard. Many donโt realize Iโll not be there Forever, That I will return Never. But itโs already too late to say goodbyes When I flash before their eyes.
Of these everyone has ten, part of two wholes at the arms end. What are they?
I always run but never walk, I sometimes sing but cannot talk, No head on which a hat to place, You always look me in the face.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?