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I can be cracked, I can be made. I can be told, I can be played.
What goes around the world and stays in a corner?
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
Round like a dishpan and smaller than a bathtub. But the ocean can't fill it. What is it?
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not. What is it?
I have two bodies joined together as one. When standing still I run and run.