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Although my cow is dead, I still beat herΒ What a racket she makes.
You are having a bad day if 12 peers deem you to be this
With pointed fangs it sits in wait. With piercing force it doles out fate, over bloodless victims proclaiming its might. Eternally joining in a single bite.
Bury deep, Pile on stones, My mind will always Dig up them bones
A harvest sown and reaped on the same day in an unplowed field. Which increases without growing, remains whole though it is eaten within and without. Is useless and yet the staple of nations.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.