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My first is nothing but a name; my second is more small; my whole is of so little fame it has no name at all.
I turn around once. What is out will not get in. I turn around again. What is in will not get out.
When can someone truthfully tell someone “well done” but think they did a bad job?
What is the smallest bridge in the world?
What can be big, white, dirty and wicked?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?