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A man was driving his truck his lights were not on the moon was not out up ahead a woman was crossing the street how did he see her
Words come out of it, aligned in perfect silence. A messenger of black on white, a slinky fellow drawing lines, of thin and soft graphite
They live only in stories, taller than three storeys.
What superhero is terrible at their job because they always get lost and are late?
It is a place of play on a sunny day. Winter will come and take all the fun, but we'll be back in May. What is it?
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?