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Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
Send poorly behaved children to me and let them sit here. What am I?
you cannot keep me until you have given me
As a stone inside a tree, I’ll help your words outlive thee. But if you push me as I stand, the more I move the less I am.
Long and thin red within with a nail at the end.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.