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A horrid monster hides from the day, with many legs and many eyes. With silver chains it catches prey. And eats it all before it dies. Yet in every cottage does it stay. And every castle beneath the sky.
I can be short and sometimes hot. When displayed, I rarely impress.
Fuels backyard get-togethers
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.
You eat something you neither plant nor plow. It is the son of water, but if water touches it, it dies.
I flow from the Homer’s mouth when he sees doughnuts.