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It is the electronic version of junk mail or a salty meat in a can.
What has wings, but can not fly. Is enclosed, but can outside also lie. Can open itself up, or close itself away. Is the place of kings and queens and doggerel of every means. What is it upon which I stand? Which can lead us to different lands.
Hands she has but does not hold. Teeth she has but does not bite. Feet she has but they are cold. Eyes she has but without sight.
This thing all things devours: Birds, beasts, trees, flowers; Gnaws iron, bites steel; Grinds hard stones to meal; Slays king, ruins town, And beats high mountains down.
I always follow my brother but you cannot see me, only him. You cannot hear him but you can hear me. What are we?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?