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I look like a tiny trombone
hide me from your parents if you have done bad academically this year.
What can be drawn but never taken?
I'm not really more than holes tied to more holes; I'm strong as good steel, though not as stiff as a pole.
Sometimes I am white, sometimes I am dark. Most people love me. What am I?
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?