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My first master has four legs, my second master has two. My first I serve in life, my second I serve in death. Tough I am, yet soft beside. Against ladies cheeks I often reside.
What is that over the head and under the hat?
What goes around the world and stays in a corner?
I'm the source of all emotion, but I'm caged in a white prison.
What relies on columns but isn't a house, and asks for help but can't speak itself?
Lynn likes grapes but not potatoes. She likes squash but not lettuce, and she likes peas but not onions. Following the same rule, will she like pumpkins or apples?