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What is round as a dishpan, deep as a tub, and still the oceans couldn't fill it up?
He stands beside the road. In a purple cap at tattered green cloak. Those who touch him, curse him.
The more holes you cover the lower it goes.
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
What doesn't get any wetter, no matter how much rain falls on it?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?