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Four of us are in your field, But our differences keep us at yield, First, a one that is no fool, Though he resembles a gardenerโs tool, Next, one difficult to split in two, And a girl once had one as big as her shoe, Then, to the mind, oneโs a lovely bonder, And truancy makes it grow fonder, Last, a stem connecting dots of three
I'm white, I'm round, but not always around. Sometimes you see me, sometimes you don't.
What common verb becomes its own past tense by rearranging its letters?
A doctor might remove one from the neck of a Dracula victim.
Never alive but practically extinct. How we miss the letters pressing the ribbon of ink. What is it?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?