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If you spot one of these eastern warriors, they're not doing their job right.
Upon me you can tread, though softly under cover. And I will take you places, that you have yet to discover. I'm high, and I'm low, though flat in the middle. And though a joy to the children, adults think of me little.
They made me a mouth, but didn't give me breath. Water gives me life, but the sun brings me death.
What can you fold but not crease?
What kind of running means walking?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?