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My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face. Careering along, yet always in place, the thought has often come into my mind. If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
A dagger thrust at my own heart, dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, to the twisting of the blade.
A hole leading in, a hole leading out, we connect to a cavern that is slimy all throughout. What are we?
What common verb becomes its own past tense by rearranging its letters?
What is lengthened by being cut at both ends?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?
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Difficult
Animal
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Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?