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Big as a biscuit, deep as a cup, but even a river canβt fill it up. What is it?
As I walked along the path I saw something with four fingers and one thumb, but it was not flesh, fish, bone or fowl.
In your fire you hear me scream, creaking and whining, yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
We are five little objects of an everyday sort. You will find us all in a tennis court.
They made me a mouth, but didn't give me breath. Water gives me life, but the sun brings me death.
What is always coming but never arrives?