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I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
So simple, that I can only point. Yet I guide men all over the world.
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go thought follows close behind.
I am an activity dogs are very good at when a ball is thrown.
The more you add the less it weighs. What is it?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?