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What pulls you down and never lets go?
If there are three cups of sugar and you take one away, how many do you have?
What travels around the world without leaving the corner?
I am the red tongue of the earth, that buries cities.
Whipping one of these out in the wrong setting is said to be terrible luck.
Two little holes in the side of a hill. Just as you come to the cherry-red mill.