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My voice is tender my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say.
I am flora not fauna. I am foliage not trees. I am shrubbery not grass.
A hundred arms, a thousand fingers, but I have no eyes to see where I linger. What am I?
I am an odd number. Take away a letter and I become even. What number am I?
I am bought by the yard but worn by the foot. What am I?
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.