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A pot-hole filled valley, where rains often fall; A land through which no river shall crawl. What am I?

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What grow but never get’s taller, shrinks but never gets smaller, hurts the minds of men, doesn’t live, but doesn’t have a deathbed?

This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has hands; lacks a head but has a face. What is it?

If your uncle’s sister is not your aunt, what relation is she to you?

If you look you cannot see me. If you see me you cannot see anything else. I can make anything you want happen, but later everything goes back to normal. What am I?

There’s no reason to fear If you see me lurking here Even though I shouldn’t exist But few might have missed That I’m not at all real Because nothing can conceal The fact that I’m something That’s not at all living What am I?

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