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Autumn leaves and bad bowlers wreak havoc on this
Iron on a mammal. Mammal on your feet.
Put into a pit, locked beneath a grate, guarded through the night, yet it still goes out.
What has wings, but can not fly. Is enclosed, but can outside also lie. Can open itself up, or close itself away. Is the place of kings and queens and doggerel of every means. What is it upon which I stand? Which can lead us to different lands.
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
What sphinxes employ and players enjoy.