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A cowboy rode into Friday. He stayed in town for three days and rode back on friday. How is that possible?
With head without hair. With mouth without tooth.
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams, my merest touch brings laughter
I am cracked by Indiana Jones. What am I?
Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
I always murmur but never talk. Always run but never walk. I have a bed but never sleep, have a mouth but never speak. What am I?