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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?
What is full of holes but still holds water?
Every night I'm told what to do and each morning I do what I'm told. But I still don't escape your scold
I am edible pink and a great summer food
I am a rock group with four members all of whom died in plane crashes. Who am I?
Walk on the living, they don't even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble.