A Home But No Family
I have an end but no beginning, a home but no family, a space without room. I never speak but there is no word I cannot make. What am I?
A keyboard.
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You Heard Me Before
You heard me before,
Yet you hear me again,
Then I die,
‘Till you call me again.
An echo.
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Not the Sort That’s Eaten
I’m not the sort that’s eaten, I’m not the sort you bake,
Don’t put me in an oven, I don’t taste that great,
But when applied correctly, around me you will find,
Problems are so simple when my digits come to mind.
Pi (3.141592653)
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I Have Hundreds of Legs
I have hundreds of legs but I can only lean,
You make me feel dirty so you can feel clean.
What am I?
A broom.
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