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What is the thing which, once poured out, cannot be gathered again?
In marble halls as white as milk, lined with a skin as soft as silk. Within a fountain crystal-clear. A golden apple doth appear. No doors there are to this stronghold, yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
You can spin, wheel and twist. But this thing can turn without moving.
Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, all day I follow no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.
Two men walk into a restaurant. One man orders H2O. The second man says, “I will have H2O too.” The second man dies. How come the second man dies?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?