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Often held but never touched. Always wet but never rusts. Often bits but seldom bit. To use it well you must have wit.
It is more feared than fear itself, And no one can escape it. It takes no sides and does not judge, it does not know to hold a grudge. It is the most clearest result, Of how life beats you by default.
I am whole but incomplete. I have no eyes, yet I see. You can see, and see right through me. My largest part is one fourth of what I once was.
I'm not really more than holes tied to more holes. I'm strong as good steel, though not as stiff as a pole.
The land was white the seed was black it'll take a good scholar to riddle me that. What is it?
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads on them, And the mouth tastes them. What are they?