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Hands she has but does not hold, teeth she has but does not bite, feet she has but they are cold, eyes she has but without sight. Who is she?
What would you father's only sister's sister-in-law be to you?
I cannot be used until I have been broken. What am I?
They live only in stories, taller than three storeys.
Words come out of it, aligned in perfect silence. A messenger of black on white, a slinky fellow drawing lines, of thin and soft graphite
I can only be played on a windy day