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Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
I can be used to type and point you see. But don't forget, you can count on me. What am I?
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high. Eastern art from ancient time. Name me now and solve this rhyme.
My first master has four legs, my second master has two. My first I serve in life, my second I serve in death. Tough I am, yet soft beside. Against ladies cheeks I often reside.
The more holes you cover the lower it goes.
Why is the letter B always cool?