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I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
I am believed to be only one dimensional, and tinier than anything can be, and there are many who say that I am the basis of all that we see. What am I?
Although my cow is dead, I still beat her. What a racket she makes!
What is given but kept by the giver?
Golden treasure I contain, Guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks, Yet men come often to seize my gold. By smoke I am overcome and robbed, then left to build my treasure anew
When someone uses this acronym, you know you've got to pick up the pace