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Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not. What is it?
I go around in circles, but always straight ahead. Never complain, no matter where I am led.
What can stand in place of a country but still fold away in a drawer?
There is a creature of God whose body is hardΝΎ it does not wish to eat unless you strike its head.
At first I am a yellow weed in the lawn, and then the wind blows, and my white feathers are gone. What am I?
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.