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Through its wounds, water does run. It once held many but now has none. What is it?
I have one, you have one. If you remove the first letter, a bit remains. If you remove the second, bit still remains. If you remove the third, it still remains.
My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale. But I'm always ready to tell a tale.
What type of paper can you neither read nor write on?
My prefix is food. My suffix is rude. My infix comes in rounds. I keep you off the ground. What Am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?