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All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is withinอพ You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
Pregnant every time you see her, yet she never will give birth.
What is it that you must give before you can keep it.
This is rectangular, hollow and has a lid, and where youโll find it you might wonder, it is just six feet under. What is it?
It rows quickly with four oars but never comes out from under his own roof. What is it?