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When it is alive we sing, when it is dead we clap our hands. What is it?
Take one out and scratch my head, I am now black but once was red.
I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
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.
Mobsters judge the quality of a vehicle by the size of this
What gets broken if itβs not kept?