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It's got twists and turns, but has no curves. Twist it to fix it, turn it to ruin it. What is it?
The moon is my father. The sea is my mother. I have a million brothers. I die when I reach land.
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.
What surrounds the world, yet dwells within a thimble?
What liquid can contain the soul?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?