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What kind of table can you eat?
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
What has a bottom at the top?
A caribbean shape that makes ships disappear.
In my life I must bare my bloodline I must share.
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk