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a young man was 45 age in 1995 and 40 in 2000 how is it possible
I love to dance and twist and prance. I shake my tail, as away I sail. Wingless I fly into the sky.
Looks like water, but it's heat. Sits on sand, lays on concrete. A play on the eyes, but it's all lies.
It is destruction made out of thin air, You hear it howl and give a prayer, Through barns and houses it will tear. It is a deadly funnel, Of violent and twisting air.
What is lengthened by being cut at both ends?
It can be cracked, It can be made, It can be told, it can be played. What is it?