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My first is high my second damp my whole a tie a writer's cramp.
No matter how much rain gets on me, I won't get any wetter. What am I?
What always ends everything?
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red. What am I?
I am useless when together but useful when I am broken apart. What am I?
What bird can lift the heaviest weight?