Answer:
What goes through a door but never goes in. And never comes out?
Born of earth, but with none of its strength. Molded by flame, but with none of its power. Shaped
Two brothers we are, great burdens we bear. All day we are bitterly pressed. Yet this I will say, we are full all the day, and empty when go to rest.
Of no use to one, Bliss to two. Men lie for it. The baby’s right,
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?