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You will find me with four legs, but no hair. People ride me for hours, but I don't go anywhere without needing to be tugged. Jerked or turned on, I always manage to be ready for work.
Three little letters, a paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
Walk on the living, they donโt even mumble, Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
Today he is there to trip you up. And he will torture you tomorrow. Yet he is also there to ease the pain, when you are lost in grief and sorrow.
Late afternoons I often bathe. I'll soak in water piping hot. My essence goes through. My see through clothes. Used up am I - I've gone to pot.
It's what light turns into in the night