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I have a small hill with seven holes. What am I?
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light. Grown in the darkness, a lady's delight. What am I?
I widen my jaws when you poke two fingers in me. I especially like to devour papers
I am constantly overlooked by everyone but everyone has me. What am I?
What goes up and down but does not move?
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.