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I reach for the sky, but clutch to the ground. Sometimes I leave, but I am always around. What am I?
I am the kind of food monkey likes and people slip on me and fall in cartoons.
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
I eat I live.I breathe I live. I drink I die.
I moan I groan I chase after you. I never seem to rest. Timeβs up for you.
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