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It's got twists and turns, but has no curves. Twist it to fix it, turn it to ruin it. What is it?
A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
Though desert men once called me God, today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
Iron on a mammal. Mammal on your feet.
What is weightless but takes two people to hold it?
Why was the cook arrested?