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Round as an apple, deep as a cup, and all the kings' horses can't fill it up. What is it?
Grows from the ground, bushes and grass, leaves of yellow, red and brow, unruly plants, get the axe, trim the hedge back down.
In the evening I'm long, in the morning I'm small; When seen in a ballroom, I'm nothing at all.
If you throw a bottle of wine, a carton of juice and a can of soda at someone’s head, which one will hurt the least?
What does everyone know how to open but not how to close?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?