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It is a part of us, and then replaced. It escapes out bodies, to a better place. The world becomes its sizeable home. Its passions unrestraint, the planet it roams.
My first is nothing but a name; my second is more small; my whole is of so little fame it has no name at all.
When can someone truthfully tell someone “well done” but think they did a bad job?
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
A cowboy rode into Friday. He stayed in town for three days and rode back on friday. How is that possible?
You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows.
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What am I?