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What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?
What flares up and does a lot of good, and when it dies is just a piece of wood?
Walk on the living, they donโt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble
I drift forever with the current down these long canals theyโve made, Tame, yet wild, I run elusive Multitasking to your aid. Before I came, the world was darker, colder, sometimes, rougher, true. But though I might make living easy, Iโm good at killing people too.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?