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This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has hands; lacks a head but has a face.
There are several different kinds, but the one you pick doesn't do its job. What is it?
You can always see it, but it's too far away to touch. Mountains rest on it, and at sea it surrounds you. What is it?
My first is high, My second damp, My whole a tie, A writer's cramp
Different lights do make me strange, thus into different sizes I will change
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?