| My creator is a mystery, One that’s set in stone. My origins, my history, Still totally unknown. Tests of time I’ve had to face, Was I a calendar, a tomb, a shrine? |
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A man was driving down the road when a policeman stopped him. The officer looked in the back of the man’s truck and said, “Why are these penguins in your truck?” The man replied, “These are my penguins. They belong to me.” “You need to take them to the zoo,” the policeman said. The next day, the officer saw the same guy driving down the road. He pulled him over again. He saw the penguins were still in the truck, but they were wearing sunglasses this time. “I thought I told you to take these penguins to the zoo!”, the officer said. “I did,” the man replied. “And today I’m taking them to the beach.”
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| Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushing, always pulling.
What am I? |
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