| I can tell it, But it will not listen As it passes by. At one point I had it, It’s a challenge to make Adversity strikes, Laughter and tears If you ask me for it I struggle to quell |
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| I could be on the river or in the desert I could be in the swamp or a sparkling city I am rather rectangular and can make lots of noise I have bright lights and pictures too They bring their cups and buckets and feed me well They want me all to themselves quite greedily When finally I am full and can take no more I am suddenly everyone’s new best friend What am I? |
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| Though we may come in different forms, And though our skins are not the same, We are equal; And with thought Can line up Regardless of appearance. Whether we be orange, green, Yellow, purple, red, or blue It remains true And no one can change That we are worth the same, And we always will be Unless part of us crosses the line. |
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| I am alive and growing and am used mainly for support; but when I die, I can be used in a variety of ways. I am a protector of important parts. What am I? |
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