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In all the world none can compare I am a tiny weaver my deadly cloth so silky and fair.
Deposit red liquid in me.
I run cold and hot, I look blue but am red. What am I?
It is greater than God more evil than the devil. The poor have it the rich need it. If you eat it you will die. What is it?
I am owned by the poor the rich does not need me. If you eat me you will die!
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