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My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is within; You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
I'm full of holes, yet I'm full of water.
A word of five letters, Upside down is the same, A shark does this, But it’s not to blame. What is the word?
What can you catch but not throw?
What’s black in the morning, red in the afternoon, and white at night?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?