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I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man's song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night - and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled.
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
What runs around all day. Then lies under the bed. With its tongue hanging out?
A hill full, a hole full; yet you cannot catch a bowl full. What is it?
What common English verb becomes its own past tense by rearranging its letters?
I spend most of my day eating white. When I am quick enough I get rewarded with fruit and something blue. In a dark room with blue walls I run from the ghosts that roam the halls