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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.
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
You use a knife to slice my head. And weep beside me when I am dead.
What does man love more than life, fear more than death or mortal strife. What the poor have, the rich require, and what contented men desire. What the miser spends, and the spendthrift saves. And all men carry to their graves.
Thousands of these come together to make a digital image. What is it?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?