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What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
I'm not man's best friend, I'm their enemy, I can mark your end, yet you do not see me, I am very small, but very tough, If you have me, then you have it rough.
I have three hundred cattle, with a single nose cord
When the horse strokes the cat, the wood begins to sing.
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.