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Weight in my belly, Trees on my back, I travel fast in my place, but feet is a feature I lack
What can be big, white, dirty and wicked?
What is it that no man ever yet did see, which never was, but always is to be?
It is able to speak because it has a hard gone. You know what it is as soon as it has sung. What is it?
What goes in, but never through? I've got some and so do you. We might lend one, or even two, but only if our trust is true.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?