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I don't think or eat or slumber. Or move around or fear thunder. Just like you I look the same but I can't harm you or be your bane.
The man who invented it doesn't want it. The man who bought it doesn't need it. The man who needs it doesn't know it. What is it?
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind.
The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind. What is it?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.
What do angels sing in the shower?