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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.
I met a man on the London bridge, he tipped his hat and drew his name, in this riddle I told you his name. What is it?
All about the house, with his lady he dances, yet he always works, and never romances.
It's held in the hand when going out.
How did the computer get drunk?
I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths.