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My head and tail both equal are my middle slender as a bee. Whether I stand on head or heel Is quite the same to you or me. But if my head should be cut off the matter's true though passing strange directly I to nothing change.
As I went over London Bridge I met my sister Jenny; I broke her neck and drank her blood and left her standing empty.
Tear me off and scratch my head, what once was red is black instead. What am I?
I begin your sentences.
Tuesday, Sam and Peter went to a restaurant. After eating lunch, they paid the bill. Sam and Peter did not pay. Who did?
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk