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What does man love more than life, fear more than death or mortal strife. What the poor have, the rich require, and what contented men desire. What the miser spends, and the spendthrift saves. And all men carry to their graves.
Though I have neither legs nor feet, my use is for to go; Although I cannot speak, I tell what others want to know
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.
Hold these between your knees if you want to set a Cuban beat.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.