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Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills And empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.
People like this usually live in rural areas, unless they are lucky enough to strike oil and move to Beverly Hills.
Feed me and I live, give me drink and I die.
What doesn't get any wetter, no matter how much rain falls on it?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?