Arre you bored walking? Fret knot. For soon will be fall. A length of the puzzle, cored from the tall. Singular no bend trend, the twenty-tens called. Vessels on laps, piece by piece hung on walls.

something in geometry, i question if you understand. and if you know what this is, like a rectangle, an oblong. the end is near, so you should guess right here.

Milk, water, juice, tea, and more passes past my small mouth. First in, then later back out. I'm sometimes curvy, with an hourglass-like figure. Other times I'm little more than a box, but I always have one arm out and settling on my hip, giving you a handle to pick up my dainty body and pour.

Tell me I'm right while I'm wrong Language sings its own song I don't follow its path Do not try to reason with logic and math. Do not try to find me using science and facts Only words I can be, and words without tact Because opposites attract

It's first two, can call Paul Simon It's final two, not I, not myself but the end of some Taken as a whole Lead to gold transformation A Philosopher's Stone to some