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Long and think, red within, with a nail at the end.
I am nothing but holes tied to holes, yet am strong as iron.
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not
Two bodies have I, though both joined in one. The more still I stand, the quicker I run.
My tongue hangs out as I run over fields and streets all day. I get tied up every morning and untied at night.
What do people want the least on their hands?