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I have a mouth on my head and eat everything.
I stand in one place yet I fill a whole room. I can be filled with molten rock and come in every hue.
I have hundreds of ears but cannot hear a thing. What am I?
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?
A necessity to some, a treasure to many, I'm best enjoyed among pleasant company. Some like me hot, some like me cold. Some prefer mild, some like me bold. What am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?