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I am just two and two. I am hot. I am cold. I am the parent of numbers that cannot be told. I am a gift beyond measure, a matter of course. What am I?
My head bobs lazily in the sun. You think I'm cute, for my face is yellow, my hair is white and my body is green. What am I?
I am drawn by everyone without pen or pencil
Six letters do my name compound; among the aged oft I'm found; The shepherd also by the brook hears me when Leaning on his crook; but in the middle me divide and take the half on either side each backward read a liquor tell ev'ry gay toper knows it well.
I have hundreds of ears but cannot hear a thing. What am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?