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A hill full, a hole full, yet you cannot catch a bowl full.
Face with a tree, skin like the sea. A great beast I am. Yet vermin frightens me.
My first is in blood and also in battle. My second is in acorn, oak, and apple. My third and fourth are both the same. In the center of sorrow and twice in refrain. My fifth starts eternity ending here. My last is the first of last, Oh Dear.
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face. Careering along, yet always in place, the thought has often come into my mind. If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
What goes around and around the wood, but never goes into the wood?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?