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I have a neck but no head. I have a body but no arm. I have a bottom but no leg.
You'll see savory dishes in Hong Kong sizzling in these.
I make you weak at the worst of all times. I keep you safe, I keep you fine. I make your hands sweat. And your heart grow cold. I visit the weak, but seldom the bold.
Big as a biscuit, deep as a cup, but even a river canβt fill it up. What is it?
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive!