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I look at you, you look at me, I raise my right, you raise your left.
We are five little objects of an everyday sort, You will find us all in a tennis court.
What can be big, white, dirty and wicked?
They make no sense at all, In them you either fly or fall. They make you do it all. Their need is biologic, but they are most illogic. They are not real but still can be achieved, If they are just believed
You throw away the outside, eat the inside, then throw away the inside. What is it?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?