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I move without wings, Between silken string, I leave as you find, My substance behind.
Two horses, swiftest traveling, harnessed in a pair, and grazing ever in places. Distant from them.
It is the electronic version of junk mail or a salty meat in a can.
My tongue hangs out as I run over fields and streets all day. I get tied up every morning and untied at night.
They make no sense at all, In them you either fly or fall. They make you do it all. Their need is biologic, but they are most illogic. They are not real but still can be achieved, If they are just believed
A word of five letters, Upside down is the same, A shark does this, But itβs not to blame. What is the word?