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When they are caught, they are thrown away. When they escape, you itch all day.
Walk on the living, they donโt even mumble, Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
What stays on the ground but never gets dirty?
In Paris but not in France, the thinnest of its siblings.
A time when they're green. A time when they're brown. But both of these times, cause me to frown. But just in between, for a very short while. They're perfect and yellow. And cause me to smile.
What is always coming but never arrives?