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Through its wounds, water does run. It once held many but now has none. What is it?
A harvest sown and reaped on the same day In an unplowed field, Which increases without growing, Remains whole though it is eaten Within and without, Is useless and yet The staple of nations.
Who works when he plays and plays when he works?
This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has hands; lacks a head but has a face.
What do you fill with empty hands?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?