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You will find me with four legs, but no hair. People ride me for hours, but I don't go anywhere without needing to be tugged. Jerked or turned on, I always manage to be ready for work.
Walk on the living, they don’t even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble
I'm the source of all emotion, but I'm caged in a white prison.
I saw a man in white, he looked quite a sight. He was not old, but he stood in the cold. And when he felt the sun, he started to run. Who could he be? Please answer me.
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, grown in the darkness, a lady's delight.
What did the baby corn say to its mother?