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My children are near and far. No matter that I know where they are. The gift I give them make their day. But if I were gone they would wander away.
What do you use to hoe a row, slay a foe, and wring with woe?
Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. What is it?
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive!
Three little letters, a paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.