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The more I dry, the wetter I get. What am I?
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust. What am I?
In many hall ways you would stand if not with me in hand.
From house to house I go, sometimes narrow, sometimes wide. Whether there's rain or snow, I always stay outside. What am I?
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, Grown in the darkness, a ladyβs delight.
What did the grape do when he got stepped on?