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A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
Two in a whole and four in a pair. And six in a trio you see. And eight's a quartet but what you must get. Is the name that fits just one of me?
What can you fold but not crease?
A hole in a pole, though I fill a hole in white. I'm used more by the day, and less by the night.
Mountains will crumble and temples will fall. And no man can survive its endless call.
Lynn likes grapes but not potatoes. She likes squash but not lettuce, and she likes peas but not onions. Following the same rule, will she like pumpkins or apples?