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Whilst I was engaged in sitting. I spied the dead carrying the living
Double my number, I'm less than a score. Half of my number is less than four. Add one to my double when bakers are near. Days of the week are still greater, I fear.
A circle of stones, never in rows. Stacked one on the other, mystery it sows. What is it?
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, grown in the darkness, a lady's delight.
What five-letter word becomes shorter when you add two more letters?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?