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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.
I saw a strange creature. Long, hard, and straight, thrusting into a round, dark opening. Preparing to discharge its load of lives. Puffing and squealing noises accompanied it, then a final screech as it slowed and stopped.
A girl was ten on her last birthday, and will be twelve on her next birthday. How is this possible?
This only turns over once you have traveled very far. What is it?
Though desert men once called me God, today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?