Answer:
It's in your hand though you can not feel it. Only you and time can reveal it.
Four of us are in your field, But our differences keep us at yield, First, a one that is no fool, Though he resembles a gardenerโs tool, Next, one difficult to split in two, And a girl once had one as big as her shoe, Then, to the mind, oneโs a lovely bonder, And truancy makes it grow fonder, Last, a stem connecting dots of three
A man is pushing his car along the road when he comes to a hotel. He shouts, "I'm bankrupt!" Why?
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?
As round as an apple. As deep as a cup. All the king's horses can't pull it up.