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The homes of tiny creatures that collect in corners if you aren't vigilant about dusting.
In all the world, none can compare, to this tiny weaver, his deadly cloth so silky and fair.
If a man would carry my burden he would break his back I am not rich But leave silver in my track
To you, rude would I never be, Though I flag my tongue for all to see.
Often cooked as fillet, this meat comes from an animal that swims underwater.
What is always coming but never arrives?