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Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
Autumn leaves and bad bowlers wreak havoc on this
Sometimes black, sometimes white, I have veins but no blood
Although my cow is dead, I still beat herΒ What a racket she makes.
Gets rid of bad ones, short and tall. Tightens when used, one size fits all.
What did the baby corn say to its mother?