| At the base do I sit, At first glance, appear I, a misfit. For among my peers, I seem colossal, My company, I jostle. My duty is quite simple you see, Separate those not in harmony. Without me, everything would be jumbled as a whole, But at my beckon, I cut between, making it no longer sole. I guarantee I am something you have seen many a time, So tell me this, what am I which cuts, but am never convicted of a crime? |
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