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Powder for the bread Mix me in the bowl with eggs Bake a loaf or two | |
Flat beneath your feet Look down and I will be there Dance the night away | |
Rain for a long time Water rises to the roofs Better get my boat | |
Playing with the saw Throwing caution to the wind Look what gushes forth | |
Butt of many jokes Beauty has its downsides too Hair can make you dumb | |
Cooking up a storm Flavor unavailable Need to add more salt | |
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Done with iron rods A symbol of ownership It'll make them moo | |
Twisted on your head Making art out of the strands Over and under | |
Use it to be smart You'll need it while on Sporcle Wrinkles are good here | |
Rides along the rails Conductor is at the helm Transcontinental | |
Ready for a hike Out into the wilderness Use me as a guide | |
Fishing without poles I want to catch some flounder Drag the net down low | |
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Sitting at the bar Some knucklehead spills my beer I'll show him who's boss | |
Work out all the time Consequence of big muscles Not the sharpest tool | |
Crayon in the box Adorning trunks of oak trees Stay inside the lines | |
Prep the TNT Press down on the plunger now Nothing more remains | |
My nose may be red I will try to make you laugh Some people fear me | |
Circle on one's head A regal necessity Made of gold and jewels | |
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