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My children are near and far. No matter that I know where they are. The gift I give them make their day. But if I were gone they would wander away.
Two brothers we are, great burdens we bear. All day we are bitterly pressed. Yet this I will say, we are full all the day, and empty when go to rest.
We hurt without moving. We poison without touching. We bear the truth and the lies. We are not to be judged by our size.What are we?
A word I know, six letters it contains. Subtract just one and twelve remains.
Through its wounds, water does run. It once held many but now has none. What is it?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?