Answer:
What goes through a door but never goes in and never comes out?
Dry though I may be, I am still a sea.
Controlled by your hands and feet. It would be nothing without a street. What is it?
What can be measured but has no length, width or height?
What occurs four times in every week, twice in every month, only once in a year but never in a day?
Two little holes in the side of a hill. Just as you come to the cherry-red mill.