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Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground.
Autumn leaves and bad bowlers wreak havoc on this
Through its wounds, water does run. It once held many but now has none. What is it?
What has a single eye but cannot see?
Being able to interpret the letters on this screen proves that you have this quality.
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.