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Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. What is it?
Two brothers we are, great burdens we bear. All day we are bitterly pressed. Yet this I will say, we are full all the day, and empty when go to rest.
What goes further the slower it goes?
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive!
Upon me you can tread, though softly under cover. And I will take you places, that you have yet to discover. I'm high, and I'm low, though flat in the middle. And though a joy to the children, adults think of me little.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?