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Big as a biscuit, deep as a cup, but even a river can’t fill it up. What is it?
What tastes better than it smells?
I scribble forms of the finest letter, And repel elements of the harshest weather. I am an arrow-aimer and a dust-breaker.
You can spin, wheel and twist, but this thing can turn without moving. What is it?
They try to beat me, they try in vain. And when I win, I end the pain.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?