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Big as a biscuit, deep as
a cup; even a river can't fill it up. Question: What is it? A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father. My son is the cool stream. My daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed. The earth is my final resting place. I'm the torment of man. Question: What am ? I am terrifying and fear inspiring. The physical world cannot touch me. When I am finished, you might not remember what I did. Question: What am I? See answers: |