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Voiceless it cries, wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten?
Without a bridle, or a saddle, across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride, by help of me, though almost blind, are made to see.
If Teresa’s daughter is my daughter’s mother, who am I to Teresa?
Why was the cook arrested?
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Animal
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Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?