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I am a protector. I sit on a bridge. One person can see right through me, while others wonder what I hide. What am I?
Where did the baseball keep its lemonade?
Cloud is my mother, wind is my father. What am I?
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust. What am I?
What is the difference between a poorly dressed man on a bike, and a well-dressed man on a unicycle?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.