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I can be used to type and point you see. But don't forget, you can count on me. What am I?
Round as an apple, deep as a cup, and all the kings' horses can't fill it up. What is it?
A tiny bead, like fragile glass, strung along a cord of grass.
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?
I have one eye. See near and far. I hold the moments you treasure and the things that make you weep.
Why was the cook arrested?