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Two horses, swiftest traveling, harnessed in a pair, and grazing ever in places. Distant from them.
What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten?
Break it and it is better, immediately set and harder to break again
With pointed fangs it sits in wait. With piercing force it doles out fate, over bloodless victims proclaiming its might. Eternally joining in a single bite.
We are five little objects of an everyday sort, You will find us all in a tennis court.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?