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In the middle of night, I surround the gong. In the middle of sight, I end the song
In the sun it likes to play; In the rain it goes away; Walk or run it always follows; In the mud it always wallows.
One strand dangles. Two strands twist. Three or more can fashion this.
Of these everyone has ten, part of two wholes at the arms end. What are they?
What do you have in December that you don't have in any other month?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.