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Round as an apple, deep as a cup, and all the kings' horses can't fill it up. What is it?
Late afternoons I often bathe. I'll soak in water piping hot. My essence goes through. My see through clothes. Used up am I - I've gone to pot.
They try to beat me, they try in vain. And when I win, I end the pain.
If Mississippi should lend Missouri her New Jersey, what would Delaware?
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive.
Walk on the living, they don't even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble.