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Thirty men and ladies two, gathered for a festive do; Dressed quite formal, black and white; soon movement turned to nasty fight.
What moves without seeing and cries without eyes?
Mobsters judge the quality of a vehicle by the size of this
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is within; You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
You can spin, wheel and twist. But this thing can turn without moving.
What do angels sing in the shower?