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A seed am I, three letters make my name. Take away two and I still sound the same.
What has two spines and a lot of ribs, and carries much but never moves?
What is it which builds things up? Lays mountains low? Dries up lakes, and makes things grow? Cares not a whim about your passing? And is like few other things, because it is everlasting?
When can someone truthfully tell someone βwell doneβ but think they did a bad job?
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not
What is full of holes but still holds water