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What measures out time. Until in time all is smashed to it?
There is a creature of God whose body is hardΝΎ it does not wish to eat unless you strike its head.
It holds no blessings in disguise. Its rhymes are aimed at your demise, it's cast only to ruin, Whatever you are doin'.
As soft as silk, as white as milk, as bitter as gall, a thick green wall, and a green coat covers me all.
A harvest sown and reaped on the same day In an unplowed field, Which increases without growing, Remains whole though it is eaten Within and without, Is useless and yet The staple of nations.
What did the baby corn say to its mother?