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You can spin, wheel and twist, but this thing can turn without moving. What is it?
Tool of thief, toy of queen. Always used to be unseen. Sign of joy, sign of sorrow. Giving all likeness borrowed.
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
Only two backbones and thousands of ribs.
What tastes better than it smells?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?