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Although my cow is dead, I still beat herΒ What a racket she makes.
A house with two occupants, sometimes one, rarely three. Break the walls, eat the boarders, then throw away me.
As I walked along the path I saw something with four fingers and one thumb, but it was not flesh, fish, bone or fowl.
Two people are born at the same moment, but they don't have the same birthdays. How could this be?
We are five little objects of an everyday sort. You will find us all in a tennis court.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?