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Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
Three little letters, a paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
What must be in the oven yet can not be baked? Grows in the heat yet shuns the light of day? What sinks in water but rises with air? Looks like skin but is fine as hair?
John was going to a party and, as he approached, he could see in the windows that it was completely packed with people. He went inside only to discover that there wasn’t a single person inside
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?