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You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
I grow where no flower grows, where no light touches the walls, up or down, that I don't care, was here before people were.
The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind.
The barber of New York shave all men in New York. No man living in New York is allowed to shave himself. The barber of Nee York lives in New York. Who shaves the barber ?
I am nothing but holes tied to holes, yet am strong as iron.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?