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People are hired to get rid of me. I'm often hiding under your bed. In time I'll always return you see. Bite me and you're surely dead.
It's in your hand though you can not feel it. Only you and time can reveal it.
Hard to catch, easy to hold. Can't be seen, unless it's cold.
What has wings, but can not fly. Is enclosed, but can outside also lie. Can open itself up, or close itself away. Is the place of kings and queens and doggerel of every means. What is it upon which I stand? Which can lead us to different lands.
Voiceless it cries,Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.