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The sun bakes them, the hand breaks them, the foot treads on them, and the mouth tastes them.
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive!
My first is in fish but no in snail. My second is in rabbit but no in tail. My third is in up but not in down. My fourth is in tiara but not in crown. My fifth is in tree you plainly see. My whole a food for you and me.
Sharp and long, flag of the world. What is it?
The older they are the less wrinkles they have.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?