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Lighter than what I am made of, More of me is hidden Than is seen.
What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten?
A dagger thrust at my own heart, dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, to the twisting of the blade.
George, Helen, and Steve are drinking coffee. Bert, Karen, and Dave are drinking soda. Is Elizabeth drinking coffee or soda?
What gets wetter as it dries?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?