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I go in hard come out soft. Blow me hard and I’ll make a pop.
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
Though it be cold, I wear no clothes. The frost and snow I never fear. I value neither shoes nor hose and yet I wander far and near. What am I?
My first is a heir; My second's a snare; my whole is the offspring of fancy; which I sent out of play upon Valentine's day As a token of love to my Nancy.
I make a loud noise when changing jacket. I become bigger and delicious.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.
What am I?
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