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This only turns over once you have traveled very far. What is it?
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
I crawl on the earth. And rise on a pillar.
It's like food but water kills it. What is it?
All about the house, with his lady he dances, yet he always works, and never romances.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?