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I have legs but never walk, I may have flowers but no soil, I hold food but never eat.
Three little letters, a paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
In this place, people lie, people cry, and people ask why. In this place, people sleep, people weep, and people's solitude, they keep. What is it?
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
When the creeper passes, all the grass kneels
What language does a billboard speak?