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Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
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.
My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
What is it that given one, you’ll have either two or none?
Though I have neither legs nor feet, my use is for to go; Although I cannot speak, I tell what others want to know
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?