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What do you call a sleeping bull?
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. What am I?
I will go within you and destroy you. Only because you wanted me too
I am enjoyed with a pot and some pointy sticks.
A trail, a union, together tied. Come across me and you will find you cannot change the course I'm on. Without me you cannot travel on. What am I?
What gets broken if itβs not kept?