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What is red and nailed to a wall?
Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. What is it?
I am never quite what I appear to be. Straight-forward I seem, but it's only skin deep. For mystery most often lies beneath my simple speech. Sharpen your wits, open your eyes, look beyond my exteriors, read me backwards, forwards, upside down. Think and answer the question...
They're up near the sky, on something very tall. Sometimes they die, only then do they fall.
What can bring back the dead. Make us cry, make us laugh, make us young. Born in an instant yet lasts a life time?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?