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Which friend of the witch eats the fastest?
My body is timber and I am a boy among men. I have a nose without end and an insect for a friend. Who am I?
Which is faster, hot or cold?
Words come out of it, aligned in perfect silence. A messenger of black on white, a slinky fellow drawing lines, of thin and soft graphite
A girl was ten on her last birthday, and will be twelve on her next birthday. How is this possible?
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?