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Thirty white horses on a red hill, first they champ, then they stamp, then they stand still.
Thirty men and ladies two, gathered for a festive do; Dressed quite formal, black and white; soon movement turned to nasty fight.
When liquid splashes me, none seeps through. When I am moved a lot, liquid I spew. When I am hit, color I change. And color, I come in quite a range. What I cover is very complex, and I am very easy to flex.
If you throw a bottle of wine, a carton of juice and a can of soda at someone’s head, which one will hurt the least?
I count time, but have no end. Tick tick, but I am not a clock. What am I?
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?