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Round as an apple, deep as a cup, and all the kings' horses can't fill it up. What is it?
Three little letters, a paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
What runs around all day. Then lies under the bed. With its tongue hanging out?
A mother had five boys Marco, Tucker, Webster and Thomas. Was the fifth boys name Frank, Evan or Alex?
This thing all things devours: Birds, beasts, trees, flowers; Gnaws iron, bites steel; Grinds hard stones to meal; Slays king, ruins town, And beats high mountains down.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.