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absolute bliss to two. The small boy gets it for nothing. The young man has to lie for it. The old man has to buy it. The baby's right, the lover's privilege, the hypocrite's mask. Question: What am I? Within I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice that's the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me. Beans I resemble. Question: What am I? I am just two and two. I am hot. I am cold. I am the parent of numbers that cannot be told. I am a gift beyond measure, a matter of course. I am given with pleasure when taken by force. Question: What am I? See answers |
