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What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in an hour?
He has a genie to thank for the fact that he married a princess.
Words come out of it, aligned in perfect silence. A messenger of black on white, a slinky fellow drawing lines, of thin and soft graphite
My body is timber and I am a boy among men. I have a nose without end and an insect for a friend. Who am I?
What kind of room has no doors or windows?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?