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At the sound of me, one may dream or stamp their feet, At the sound of me, one may laugh or sometimes weep.
Thirty white horses on a red hill, First they champ, Then they stamp, Then they stand still.
I have legs but never walk, I may have flowers but no soil, I hold food but never eat.
What is that over the head and under the hat?
It is the electronic version of junk mail or a salty meat in a can.
What do you called a sad coffee?