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Round as a button, deep as a well. If you want me to talk, you must first pull my tail.
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
Of these things - I have two. One for me - and one for you. And when you ask about the price, I simply smile and nod twice.
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is withinΝΎ You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
What does man love more than life, fear more than death or mortal strife. What the poor have, the rich require, and what contented men desire. What the miser spends, and the spendthrift saves. And all men carry to their graves.
A red house is made out of red bricks. A blue house is made out of blue bricks. What is a green house made out of?