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There are two bodies on the floor. They are surrounded by water and broken glass. How did they die?
It holds no blessings in disguise. Its rhymes are aimed at your demise, it's cast only to ruin, Whatever you are doin'.
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is withinΝΎ You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
What goes around and around the wood, but never goes into the wood?
We are five little objects of an everyday sort, You will find us all in a tennis court.
I am your mother's brother's only brother in law. Who am I?