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Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. And whoever knows it wants it not
who do you think you know but sometimes you don't
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind.
Voiceless it cries, wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?