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A tiny bead, like fragile glass, strung along a cord of grass.
Bury deep, Pile on stones, My mind will always Dig up them bones
Sharp and long, flag of the world. What is it?
Face with a tree, skin like the sea. A great beast I am. Yet vermin frightens me.
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?