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A dagger thrust at my own heart, dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, to the twisting of the blade.
This is rectangular, hollow and has a lid, and where you’ll find it you might wonder, it is just six feet under. What is it?
Of no use to one, Bliss to two. Men lie for it. The baby’s right,
There is a creature of God whose body is hard; it does not wish to eat unless you strike its head.
What travels from house to house and is sometimes narrow and sometimes wide but always stays outside?
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?