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Two little holes in the side of a hill. Just as you come to the cherry-red mill.
I have many feathers to help me fly. I have a body and head, but I'm not alive. It is your strength which determines how far I go. You can hold me in your hand, but I'm never thrown.
My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
What does a WW1 Trench, A Submarine and a Popular Phone App all have in common?
I run around the city, but I never move.
What do angels sing in the shower?