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Sep 04. 2026
I have no legs, yet I hold you high, Between two friends, I softly lie. I sway with the breeze, but never roam, A floating bed when you're away from home. What am I?
Sep 04. 2026
I have no legs, yet I hold you high, Between two friends, I softly lie. I sway with the breeze, but never roam, A floating bed when you're away from home. What am I?