| We are four brothers in this world, and we’re all born together. The first one runs and never wearies. The second eats and is never full. The third drinks and is ever thirsty, The fourth sings a song that is barely heard. |
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| Anne and Fanny are walking on the middle of a highway. From the front came a car, but they kept on walking fearlessly. From the front came a bus, but they kept on walking fearlessly. From the front came an airplane flying, but they kept on walking fearlessly. From the front came an ant and both of them stopped in front of it.
How come? |
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| I have T at my start, I have T at my end. I have T in my middle, And it comes through my bend. What am I? |
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| I often eat junk, but also things with more bulk. What I eat, I do not consume, and what goes in my mouth comes back out of it. I don’t speak to you, but you can still get information from me. I’m numbered among many friends. |
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| With potent, flowery words speak I, Of something common, vulgar, dry; I weave webs of pedantic prose, In effort to befuddle those, Who think I wile time away, In lofty things, above all day The common kind that linger where Monadic beings live and fare; Practical I may not be, But life, it seems, is full of me. |
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