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Round like a dishpan and smaller than a bathtub. But the ocean can't fill it. What is it?
I walked and walked and at last I got it. I didn't want it. So I stopped and looked for it. When I found it, I threw it away.
A morbidlyยญ-named body of water
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
The man who invented it doesn't want it. The man who bought it doesn't need it. The man who needs it doesn't know it. What is it?
You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows.