The sun bakes them, the hand breaks them, the foot treads on them, and the mouth tastes them.

The sun bakes them, the hand breaks them, the foot treads on them, and the mouth tastes them.

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When it is alive we sing, when it is dead we clap our hands. What is it?

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Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.

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I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me finally. Only when he last closes his eyes.

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I have split the one into five. I am the circle that few will spy. I am the path that breaks and gives. I am the bow no man may bend.

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Jan 30, 2026

What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?

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