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As I went over London Bridge I met my sister Jenny; I broke her neck and drank her blood and left her standing empty.
Never resting, never still. Moving silently from hill to hill. It does not walk, run or trot. All is cool where it is not. What is it?
An open ended barrel I am shaped like a hive. I am filled with the flesh and the flesh is alive.
I am carried by mad animals.
I have no bed to sleep and no palace to live. I don't have a single coin but I am known as king. What am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?