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Without a bridle, or a saddle, across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride, by help of me, though almost blind, are made to see.
What can't you see, hear or feel, until its too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
As light as a feather, but you canβt hold it for ten minutes.
I love to dance and twist and prance. I shake my tail, as away I sail. Wingless I fly into the sky.
The more of them you take, the more you leave behind. What are they?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?