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I wear a red robe, with staff in hand and a stone in my throat. What am I?
What is full of holes but still holds water?
Adored by few, feared and hated by many. Mistress of the entire universal reason, master in the art of numbers. Some may have solved many of my mysteries, but there are still many of them to find. What am I?
What gets whiter the dirtier it gets?
My first is high my second damp my whole a tie a writer's cramp.
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.