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As round as an apple. As deep as a cup. All the king's horses can't pull it up.
What do you throw out when you need it but put away when you don’t?
When it comes in, From sea to shore, Twenty paces you'll see, No less, no more.
Turn us on our backs and open up our stomachs you will be the wisest of men though at start a lummox.
I grow where no flower grows, where no light touches the walls, up or down, that I don't care, was here before people were.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?