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I can be quick and then I'm deadly, I am a rock, shell and bone medley. If I was made into a man, I'd make people dream, I gather in my millions By ocean, sea and stream.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
This only turns over once you have travelled very far. What is it?
What goes through the door without pinching itself? What sits on the stove without burning itself? What sits on the table and is not ashamed?
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills And empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.
I have two coins, one is marked George I and one is marked George IV. One is genuine but one is a forgery. Which is the forgery?