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In all the world none can compare I am a tiny weaver my deadly cloth so silky and fair.
I am a daily ritual involving using a metal tool on the body
Although it sounds like I work on a transportation device I actually work in a restaurant.
What is the difference between a poorly dressed man on a bike, and a well-dressed man on a unicycle?
I have a neck and no head, two arms but no hands. I'm with you to school, I'm with you to work. What am I?
What is always coming but never arrives?