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I'm flat. You use me everyday. You need me to live. But you give me away everyday. I'm coloured and I have a founding father on me. What am I?
What has two hands, a round face, always runs, but stays in place?
What measures out time. Until in time all is smashed to it?
It holds most knowledge that has ever been said. But is not the brain, is not the head. To feathers and their masters, it's both bane and boonΒ One empty, and one full.
Who lives in a house with one bedroom, 50 hallways, and ghosts lurking everywhere?
Of these things - I have two. One for me - and one for you. And when you ask about the price, I simply smile and nod twice.