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My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is withinอพ You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
What wears a coat in the winter and pants in the summer?
We are five little objects of an everyday sort, You will find us all in a tennis court.
To cross the water I'm the way, for water I'm above. I touch it not and, truth to say, I neither swim nor move.
The one who makes it, sells it. The one who buys it, never uses it. The one that uses it never knows that heโs using it.
What is the middle of water but is not an island?