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I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
My tongue hangs out as I run over fields and streets all day. I get tied up every morning and untied at night.
What is the smallest bridge in the world?
What liquid can contain the soul?
Looks like water, but it's heat. Sits on sand, lays on concrete. A play on the eyes, but it's all lies.
What did the grape do when he got stepped on?