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I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red. What am I?
I am the best thing that can happen after a stick hits a ball.
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
I donβt forget!
So cold damp and dark I am. To stay you would refrain yet those who occupy me do never complain.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?