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I move without wings, Between silken string, I leave as you find, My substance behind.
I bubble and laugh and spit water in your face. I am no lady, and I don't wear lace.
It's got twists and turns, but has no curves. Twist it to fix it, turn it to ruin it. What is it?
Two people are born at the same moment, but they don't have the same birthdays. How could this be?
Iron on a mammal. Mammal on your feet.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?