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I have four fingers and a thumb, but I'm not living. What am I?
When the clock has no angle, I will own yesterday, tomorrow and tonight. What am I?
I no longer have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now Iām white and empty. What am I?
My keepers feed me colored balls. With sticks they store on my den walls. Sometimes I store them in my pouch. Sometimes deep in my belly; ouch!
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken. What am I?
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.