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Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, all day I follow no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.
With head without hair. With mouth without tooth.
You heart it speak, for it has a hard tongue. But it cannot breathe, for it has not a lung.
I march before armies, a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory, but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover, one-legged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.
What can you catch but not throw?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?