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When you stop and look you can always see me. If you try to touch you cannot feel me. I cannot move but as you near me I will move away from you.
I am a small paradise surrounded by dryness and heat.
Iโm where yesterday follows today. And tomorrowโs in the middle. What am I?
I can speak with my hard metal tongue. But I cannot breathe, for I have no lung. What am I?
I have no head and a tail I lack but I do have arms and legs and back; I inhabit the palace the tavern the cot 'tis a beggarly residence where I am not. If a monarch were present (I tell you no fable) I still should be placed at the head of the table.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?