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In your fire you hear me scream creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
To you, rude would I never be, though I flag my tongue for all to see. What am I?
I am pronounced as one letter, written with three. I come in blue, black, brown, or grey. Reverse me and I read the same either way. What am I?
I am a type of animal that hang out in the mist
I live off of a busy street if you want you can stay for an hour or two but if you don't pay rent I'll tell on you.
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.