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I am nothing but holes tied to holes, yet am strong as iron.
Always wax, yet always wane: I melt, succumbed to the flame. Lighting darkness, with fate unblest, I soon devolve to shapeless mess.
When the day after tomorrow is yesterday, today will be as far from Wednesday as today was from Wednesday when the day before yesterday was tomorrow. What is the day after this day?
We are five little objects of an everyday sort, You will find us all in a tennis court.
It comes only before, it comes only after. Rises only in darkness, but rises only in light. It is always the same, but is yet always different.
I am your mother's brother's only brother in law. Who am I?