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I am the kind of a tree that is carried in your hand. What am I?
I have a straight back and sharp teeth to cut objects.
I moan I groan I chase after you. I never seem to rest. Timeβs up for you.
I start in little but I end in full you'll find me in half and complete.
What has an eye but cannot see?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?