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I am the heart that does not beat. If cut, I bleed without blood. I can fly, but have no wings. I can float, but have no fins. I can sing, but have no mouth.
We are five little objects of an everyday sort. You will find us all in a tennis court.
What goes further the slower it goes?
A warrior amongst the flowers, he bears a thrusting sword. He uses it whenever he must, to defend his golden hoard.
I have four wings but cannot fly. I never laugh and never cry. On the same spot always found, toiling away with little sound.
Lynn likes grapes but not potatoes. She likes squash but not lettuce, and she likes peas but not onions. Following the same rule, will she like pumpkins or apples?