  I have only one foot, but thousands of toes; My one foot stands, but never goes; I have many arms and they're mighty all; And hundreds of fingers, large and small. None e'er saw me eat—I've no mouth to bite; Yet I feed all day in the full sunlight; In the summer with song I shake and quiver, But in winter I fast and groan and shiver. —George Macdonald. |
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