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They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own.
I'm full of holes, yet I'm full of water.
The barber of New York shave all men in New York. No man living in New York is allowed to shave himself. The barber of Nee York lives in New York. Who shaves the barber ?
A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
Looks like water, but it's heat. Sits on sand, lays on concrete. A play on the eyes, but it's all lies.
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail