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What is the difference between a poorly dressed man on a bike, and a well-dressed man on a unicycle?
My voice is tender my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say.
What always ends everything?
Only one color, but not one size. Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies. Present in sun, but not in rain; doing no harm, and feeling no pain. What am I?
A young man wants to have me but when he has me he no longer wants me. Blade in hand he attacks me and does his best to remove me. Yet he knows that it is all in vain.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?