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Thirty men and ladies two, gathered for a festive do; Dressed quite formal, black and white; soon movement turned to nasty fight.
Many hear me, but no one sees me, and I only speak when spoken to
I have legs but never walk, I may have flowers but no soil, I hold food but never eat.
It regulates our daily movements, but it feels no interest in our lives. It directs us when to come and go, but does not care if we pay attention. What is it?
The more holes you cover the lower it goes.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?