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Five hundred begins it, five hundred ends it. Five in the middle is seen. First of all figures, the first of all letters. Take up their stations between. Join all together, and then you will bring before you the name of an eminent king.
The root tops the trunk on this backward thing, that grows in the winter and dies in the spring.
So cold, damp and dark this place. To stay you would refrain, yet those who occupy this place do never complain.
Do what he says and you'll be fine, don't and you lose the game.
A woman shoots her husband, then holds him under water for five minutes. Finally, she hangs him. Five minutes later they enjoy a wonderful dinner together. How can this be?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?