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The stack just might be sent all over. Full of what's new, yet it's nearly obsolete.
If you have it, you want to share it. If you share it, you don't have it.
I am nothing really at all, Yet I am easily foundΝΎ Ignore me at your own peril, and you might end up crowned!
A hole in a pole, though I fill a hole in white. I'm used more by the day, and less by the night.
What must be in the oven yet can not be baked? Grows in the heat yet shuns the light of day? What sinks in water but rises with air? Looks like skin but is fine as hair?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?