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Upon me you can tread, though softly under cover. And I will take you places, that you have yet to discover. I'm high, and I'm low, though flat in the middle. And though a joy to the children, adults think of me little.
Voiceless it cries, wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.
If Teresa’s daughter is my daughter’s mother, who am I to Teresa?
There is a puzzle which can be asked all day with a different correct answer each time. What is the puzzle?
It's been around for millions of years, but is never more than a month old. What is it?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?