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I am nothing but holes tied to holes, yet am strong as iron.
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Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty killer.
A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
What can bring back the dead. Make us cry, make us laugh, make us young. Born in an instant yet lasts a life time?
What did the baby corn say to its mother?