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Above all things have I been placed Thus have I, a man disgraced. I describe sunlight or lock But after all, I'm just a rock
A dragon's tooth in a mortal's hand, I kill, I maim, I divide the land.
Never alive but practically extinct. How we miss the letters pressing the ribbon of ink. What is it?
What can you fold but not crease?
I have three hundred cattle, with a single nose cord
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?