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If you happen to wear one of these warm garments around, you might get doused in red paint.
As I walked along the path I saw something with four fingers and one thumb, but it was not flesh, fish, bone or fowl.
I'm sometimes white and always wrong. I can break a heart and hurt the strong. I can build love or tear it down. I can make a smile or bring a frown.
We are five little objects of an everyday sort, You will find us all in a tennis court.
A harvest sown and reaped on the same day in an unplowed field. Which increases without growing, remains whole though it is eaten within and without. Is useless and yet the staple of nations.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?