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Round like a dishpan and smaller than a bathtub. But the ocean can't fill it. What is it?
Three lives have I. Gentle enough to soothe the skin. Light enough to caress the sky. Hard enough to crack rocks.
Upon me you can tread, though softly under cover. And I will take you places, that you have yet to discover. I'm high, and I'm low, though flat in the middle. And though a joy to the children, adults think of me little.
Used on a diamond and left on a board. It's great for a gymnast his grip to restore. What is it?
Three little letters. A paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
Why was the cook arrested?