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I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
What is lighter than what it is made of?
What is up thatβs also down? Whatβs a smile and a frown?
Feed me and I live, give me drink and I die.
Never alive but practically extinct. How we miss the letters pressing the ribbon of ink. What is it?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?