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Until I am measured I am not known, Yet how you miss me when I have flown.
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own. What are they?
Thirty white horses on a red hill, first they champ, then they stamp, then they stand still.
You can hold it without using your hands or your arms. What is it?
What flies around all day but never goes anywhere?
What language does a billboard speak?