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What does everyone know how to open but not how to close?
My first master has four legs, my second master has two. My first I serve in life, my second I serve in death. Tough I am, yet soft beside. Against ladies cheeks I often reside.
What can be seen but never found that only hides in the unwound?
I have split the one into five. I am the circle that few will spy. I am the path that breaks and gives. I am the bow no man may bend.
What is lighter than what it is made of?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?