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Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.
Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, all day I follow no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.
I have three hundred cattle, with a single nose cord
Iron roof, glass walls, burns and burns and never falls.
What does everyone know how to open but not how to close?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?