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He has married many women but has never married.
I march before armies, a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory, but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover, one-legged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.
What is it which builds things up? Lays mountains low? Dries up lakes, and makes things grow? Cares not a whim about your passing? And is like few other things, because it is everlasting?
You should keep it as straight as can be, yet very few do. Most of the time it's slightly bent or curved. Your sadness usually causes it to bend further, but don’t bend it for too long or it may never be able to fully straighten out again. What is it?
My first is high, My second damp, My whole a tie, A writer's cramp
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?