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They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own. What are they?
Thirty white horses on a red hill, First they champ, Then they stamp, Then they stand still.
I go around in circles, but always straight ahead. Never complain, no matter where I am led.
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive!
It is a path of cow juice spread across the sky but cannot be seen by the naked eye
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail