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With head without hair. With mouth without tooth.
Although my cow is dead, I still beat herΒ What a racket she makes.
Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb.
I turn around once. What is out will not get in. I turn around again. What is in will not get out.
Two people are born at the same moment, but they don't have the same birthdays. How could this be?
What is always coming but never arrives?