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My first master has four legs, my second master has two. My first I serve in life, my second I serve in death. Tough I am, yet soft beside. Against ladies cheeks I often reside.
The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind. What is it?
A house full, a yard full, a chimney full, no one can get a spoonful.
My voice is tender, my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go, I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say.
What goes around the world and stays in a corner?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.