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I am cracked by Indiana Jones. What am I?
Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb!
In this place, people lie, people cry, and people ask why. In this place, people sleep, people weep, and people's solitude, they keep. What is it?
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.
As beautiful as the setting sun, as delicate as the morning dew. An angel's dusting from the stars. That can turn the Earth into a frosted moon.
Lynn likes grapes but not potatoes. She likes squash but not lettuce, and she likes peas but not onions. Following the same rule, will she like pumpkins or apples?