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I have legs but never walk, I may have flowers but no soil, I hold food but never eat.
You throw me out when you want to use me and you take me in when you don't want to use me. Who am I?
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams, my merest touch brings laughter
My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
What is it that no man ever yet did see, which never was, but always is to be?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?