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I have legs but never walk, I may have flowers but no soil, I hold food but never eat.
Bright as diamonds, Loud as thunder, Never still, A thing of wonder.
A circle of stones, never in rows. Stacked one on the other, mystery it sows. What is it?
Voiceless it cries, wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.
What goes around the world and stays in a corner?
I always have to work with something in my eye. What am I?