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Mobsters judge the quality of a vehicle by the size of this
It holds no blessings in disguise. Its rhymes are aimed at your demise, it's cast only to ruin, Whatever you are doin'.
I am believed to be only one dimensional, and tinier than anything can be, and there are many who say that I am the basis of all that we see. What am I?
What can stand in place of a country but still fold away in a drawer?
What turns everything around but does not move?
I met a man on the London bridge, he tipped his hat and drew his name, in this riddle I told you his name. What is it?