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What do you throw out when you need it but put away when you donβt?
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows.
What surrounds the world, yet dwells within a thimble?
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own. What are they?
What language does a billboard speak?