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Four fingers and a thumb, yet flesh and blood I have none. What am I?
I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side you very dwelling pave and probably I'll go with you At last into the grave.
What gets bigger the more you take away?
What has to be broken before you can use it?
If I drink, I die. If I eat, I am fine. What am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?