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I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man's song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night - and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled.
I have two hands but cannot clap
Held firmly in the hands, like a sword it cuts deep. Bloodless strokes, all, then forward we leap.
What has a bottom right at the top?
A hole in a pole, though I fill a hole in white. I'm used more by the day, and less by the night.
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail