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We are five little objects of an everyday sort. You will find us all in a tennis court.
I look at you, you look at me, I raise my right, you raise your left.
You are having a bad day if 12 peers deem you to be this
Neither bought nor sold but more valuable than gold. It is built but not by hand. What is it?
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is withinΝΎ You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
What do angels sing in the shower?