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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. I am given with pleasure when taken by force.
Men seize me from my home tear apart my flesh drink the sweet blood then cast my skin aside.
I have an eye but am blind, a sea, but no water; a bee, but no honey; tea but no coffee; and a why, but no answer. What am I?
My geometry is lost in the night to be found in daylight's break. The rigors of time have torn me to shreds, yet I stand to protect that which lies within. What am I?
I am a sharp looking horse with a flaxen tail. The longer I run the shorter my tail becomes.
What made Cyclops quit teaching?