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The root tops the trunk on this backward thing, that grows in the winter and dies in the spring.
I am nothing really at all, Yet I am easily foundΝΎ Ignore me at your own peril, and you might end up crowned!
What goes around and around the wood, but never goes into the wood?
It stands upright and can be quite grand. Its secret is not hidden but right at hand. What is it?
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?