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We are five little objects of an everyday sort. You will find us all in a tennis court.
You can hold it without using your hands or arms. What is it?
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
You eat something you neither plant nor plow. It is the son of water, but if water touches it, it dies.
Creatures of power, creatures of grade, creatures of beauty, creatures of strength. As for their lives, they set everything's pace. For all things must come to live. Under their emerald embraceย Either in their life or in their death.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?