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Come up and let us go. Go down and here we stay.
A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
What gets wet while drying?
A hill full, a hole full, yet you cannot catch a bowl full.
My head bobs lazily in the sun. You think I'm cute. For my face is yellow my hair is white and my body is green.
What is always coming but never arrives?