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I am put on the table, cut, but never eaten. What am I?
You hear me speak, for I have a hard tongue. But I cannot breathe, for I have not a lung. What am I?
I march before armies a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover one-legged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.
My first is high my second damp my whole a tie a writer's cramp.
I am an instrument you can hear but cannot touch or see. What am I?
What made Cyclops quit teaching?