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Five hundred begins it, five hundred ends it. Five in the middle is seen. First of all figures, the first of all letters. Take up their stations between. Join all together, and then you will bring before you the name of an eminent king.
I have legs but never walk, I may have flowers but no soil, I hold food but never eat.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
You can spin, wheel and twist, but this thing can turn without moving. What is it?
There is a creature of God whose body is hardΝΎ it does not wish to eat unless you strike its head.
I am rarely touched but often held. If you are smart you'll use me well. What am I?