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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?
He's dead with a metal bar across his back. When a woman sees him, she is very pleased. This was all perfectly legal. What's going on?
What do you throw out when you need it but put away when you donβt?
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own.
What goes around and around the wood, but never goes into the wood?
I can only be played on a windy day