| My history is long in telling, Though, my origins are unknown. I watch the tender earth most carefully, Clothed in discards long disowned. I guard against the raucous poachers, Praying for a gust of wind that will animate my lifeless form. The autumn winds will signal the completion of my job. Maybe if I had a brain, I’d choose to move south for the winter. |
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| Sitting on the back of a truck Waiting for someone with bad luck In a classic board game, I help you win Jacob saw me in a dream |
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| It is something you do in a bed at night. Both a man and a woman do it. Some people make noise when they do it. There are even pills you can take to help you do it. |
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| I am tall when I am young. I am short when I am old. When I live, I glow. From your breath I die. |
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