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Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.
Round like a dishpan and smaller than a bathtub. But the ocean can't fill it. What is it?
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is withinΝΎ You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
As I walked along the path I saw something with four fingers and one thumb, but it was not flesh, fish, bone or fowl.
It's in your hand though you can not feel it. Only you and time can reveal it.
What is the difference between love and marriage?