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I have an eye but cannot see, You'll head inside when you see me.
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
Big as a biscuit, deep as a cup, but even a river canβt fill it up. What is it?
Although my cow is dead, I still beat herΒ What a racket she makes.
What has six faces and twenty-one eyes?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?