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Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not. What is it?  |
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| Weight in my belly, Trees on my back, Nails in my ribs, Feet do I lack. What am I? |
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| What goes around the world but stays in a corner? A zebra painted red. A sunburned penguin. |
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| Glittering points that downward thrust, Sparkling spears that never rust. What is it? |
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| It is said among my people that some things are improved by death. Tell me, what stinks while living but in death smells good? |
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| At night they come without being fetched, and by day they are lost without being stolen. What are they? |
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| Pronounced as one letter, And written with three, Two letters there are, And two only in me. I'm double, I'm single, I'm black, blue, and gray, I'm read from both ends, And the same either way. What am I? |
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| I'm light as a feather, yet the strongest man can't hold me for much more than a minute. What am I? |
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| I never was, am always to be, no one ever saw me, nor ever will, and yet I am the confidence of all To live and breathe on this terrestrial ball. What am I? |
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| I am weightless, but you can see me. Put me in a bucket, and I'll make it lighter. What am I? |
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| You use a knife to slice my head and weep beside me when I am dead. What am I? |
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| I am mother and father, but never birth or nurse. I'm rarely still, but I never wander. What am I? |
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| I'm the part of the bird that's not in the sky. I can swim in the ocean and yet remain dry. What am I? |
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| What can run but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps? |
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| A certain crime is punishable if attempted but not punishable if committed. What is it? |
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| Throw it off the highest building, and I'll not break. But put me in the ocean, and I will. What am I? |
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| I run over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night I sit not alone. My tongue hangs out, up and to the rear, awaiting to be filled in the morning. What am I? |
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| The man who invented it doesn't want it. The man who bought it doesn't need it. The man who needs it doesn't know it. What is it? |
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| I have holes in my top and bottom, my left and right, and in the middle. But I still hold water. What am I? |
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| What goes around the world but stays in a corner? |
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| What can you catch but not throw? |
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| What goes up and down the stairs without moving? |
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| You throw away the outside and cook the inside. Then you eat the outside and throw away the inside. What did you eat? |
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| What is the only thing you can break when you say its name? |
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| Use me well, I'm everybody; crutch my back, and I am nobody. |
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| I am always hungry, I must always be fed, and the finger I lick will soon turn red.Who am I? |
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| Why do black sheep eat less grass than white sheep? |
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| What clothing is always sad? |
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| What's too much for one and just right for two? |
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