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I no longer have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now Iām white and empty. What am I?
What is harder to catch the faster you run?
It rows quickly with four oars but never comes out from under its own roof. What is it?
You write on me and secrets I can keep. In places never seen. I spin like a top. Though stiff as a board I'm often described like a mop.
I am just two and two. I am hot. I am cold. I am the parent of numbers that cannot be told. I am a gift beyond measure, a matter of course. What am I?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?