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Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. What is it?
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
I move without wings, Between silken string, I leave as you find, My substance behind.
I go around in circles, but always straight ahead. Never complain, no matter where I am led.
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.
Why did Superman flush the toilet?