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A hill full, a hole fullอพ yet you cannot catch a bowl full. What is it?
When can someone truthfully tell someone โwell doneโ but think they did a bad job?
We are five little objects of an everyday sort, You will find us all in a tennis court.
To cross the water I'm the way, for water I'm above. I touch it not and, truth to say, I neither swim nor move.
With pointed fangs it sits in wait. With piercing force it doles out fate, over bloodless victims proclaiming its might. Eternally joining in a single bite.
What language does a billboard speak?