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Mobsters judge the quality of a vehicle by the size of this
It is the electronic version of junk mail or a salty meat in a can.
As I walked along the path I saw something with four fingers and one thumb, but it was not flesh, fish, bone or fowl.
It is a sound of empty, speak and it'll talk back plenty. But all the more you yack, you'll get the same words back.
What surrounds the world, yet dwells within a thimble?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?