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I am a mini solar powered computer
I sleep when you are awake, I am awake when you fall asleep. I can fly but no feathers to aid my flight. What am I?
Marking mortal privation when firmly in place. An enduring summation inscribed in my face.
Whoever makes it tells it not. Whoever takes it knows it not. Whoever knows it wants it not
Though it be cold I wear no clothes the frost and snow I never fear; I value neither shoes nor hose And yet I wander far and near: My diet is forever good I drink no cider port nor sack what Providence doth send for food I neither buy nor sell nor lack.
A cowboy rode into Friday. He stayed in town for three days and rode back on friday. How is that possible?