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The stack just might be sent all over. Full of what's new, yet it's nearly obsolete.
I have legs but walk not, a strong back but work not. Two good arms but reach not. A seat but sit and tarry not.
By the way, what never moves, wears shoes, sandals and boots, but has no feet?
Inside a burning house, this thing is best to make. And best to make it quickly, before the fire's too much to take.
Sleeping during the day, I hide away. Watchful through the night, I open at dawn's light. But only for the briefest time, do I shine. And then I hide away. And sleep through the day.
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads on them, And the mouth tastes them. What are they?