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This is rectangular, hollow and has a lid, and where you’ll find it you might wonder, it is just six feet under. What is it?
My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale. But I'm always ready to tell a tale.
Thousands lay up gold within this house, But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, But no man wards it.
Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground.
What has to be broken before it can be used?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?