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There is one in a minute two in a moment and none in a thousand years. What is it?
You can read me both ways I wear; One way it's a number reversed a snare.
Men seize me from my home tear apart my flesh drink the sweet blood then cast my skin aside.
My first is in some but not in all. My second is in tiny but not in tall. My third in little but no in big. My fourth in port but not in pig. My whole is made in nature's way. For clothing rugs used every day.
I am heavy forward but backward I am not. What am I?
If I say "everything I tell you is a lie", am I telling you the truth or a lie?