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What is round as a dishpan, deep as a tub, and still the oceans couldn't fill it up?
We are five little objects of an everyday sort, You will find us all in a tennis court.
If you break me, I do not stop working. If you touch me, I may be snared. If you lose me, nothing will matter.
Take one out and scratch my head, I am now black but once was red.
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
Why was the cook arrested?