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What force and strength cannot get through. I, with a gentle touch, can do. Many in the street would stand. Were I not a friend at hand.
What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten?
In the forest, this blends in just right, but every December it is covered with lights. What is it?
The root tops the trunk on this backward thing, that grows in the winter and dies in the spring.
I pass before the sun, but make no shadow.
A cowboy rode into Friday. He stayed in town for three days and rode back on friday. How is that possible?