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If you happen to wear one of these warm garments around, you might get doused in red paint.
A nut cracker up in a tree.
The eight of us move forth and back. To protect our king from the foes attack.
My first is an insect; my second is a border; my whole puts the face in a tuneful disorder.
Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
What do angels sing in the shower?