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My voice is tender, my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go, I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say.
What can't you see, hear or feel, until its too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
A great mysterious place that the bold have been known to journey into.
Jack and Jill when up the hill jack fell down
A mother had five boys Marco, Tucker, Webster and Thomas. Was the fifth boys name Frank, Evan or Alex?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?