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I am one with eight to spare, lest I lose my one. I'm not a number. What am I?
What has no beginning, end, or middle?
Wind and cord combine, buzzing in the box. In all this we find, though to some the use is lost. What am I?
Although a human shape I wear Mother I never had; And though no sense nor life I share in finest silks I'm clad. By every miss I'm valued much beloved and highly prized; still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised.
With a halo of water and a tongue of wood, stone as skin long I stood. What am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?