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A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.
I can be quick and then I'm deadly, I am a rock, shell and bone medley. If I was made into a man, I'd make people dream, I gather in my millions By ocean, sea and stream.
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.
We are five little objects of an everyday sort. You will find us all in a tennis court.
What liquid can contain the soul?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?