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What can't you see, hear or feel, until itβs too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
Up on high I wave away but not a word can I say.
Maritime marauders
In birth I spring forth, in life I unfold. In death I wilt and die, but rebirth restores all.
Thanks for such treasures as Mariachis, enchiladas and habanero!
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.