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The sun bakes them, the hand breaks them, the foot treads on them, and the mouth tastes them.
If I have it, I don't share it. If I share it, I don't have it. What is it?
To cross the water I'm the way, for water I'm above. I touch it not and, truth to say, I neither swim nor move.
Plow and hoe, reap and sow, What soon does every farmer grow?
I have legs but never walk, I may have flowers but no soil, I hold food but never eat.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?