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When it is alive we sing, when it is dead we clap our hands. What is it?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams, my merest touch brings laughter
Thousands of these come together to make a digital image. What is it?
A time when they're green. A time when they're brown. But both of these times, cause me to frown. But just in between, for a very short while. They're perfect and yellow. And cause me to smile.
Why was the cook arrested?