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Although my cow is dead, I still beat her. What a racket she makes!
As I walked along the path I saw something with four fingers and one thumb, but it was not flesh, fish, bone or fowl.
Voiceless it cries,Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters.
I am believed to be only one dimensional, and tinier than anything can be, and there are many who say that I am the basis of all that we see. What am I?
Pirates put their booty in it.
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?