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I'm an old relative who's hand's can't hold anything and eyes canβt see anything
I come in different colors and shapes. Some parts of me are curvy, some are straight. I look like I can belong anywhere but there is only one right place for me. What am I?
I am the only thing that place today before yesterday. (one word)
I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side you very dwelling pave and probably I'll go with you At last into the grave.
As I went over London Bridge I met my sister Jenny; I broke her neck and drank her blood and left her standing empty.
I met a man on the London bridge, he tipped his hat and drew his name, in this riddle I told you his name. What is it?