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You will find me with four legs, but no hair. People ride me for hours, but I don't go anywhere without needing to be tugged. Jerked or turned on, I always manage to be ready for work.
What is round as a dishpan, deep as a tub, and still the oceans couldn't fill it up?
A box without hinges, lock or key, yet golden treasure lies within.
I cut through evil like a double edged sword, and chaos flees at my approach. Balance I single-handedly upraise, through battles fought with heart and mind, instead of with my gaze.
You saw me where I never was and where I could not be. And yet within that very place, my face you often see.
What do angels sing in the shower?