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I am the noblest musical instrument
I am needed for most animals and hardcover books
found at the back of the book.
With pointed fangs I sit and wait; with piercing force I crunch out fate; grabbing victims, proclaiming might; physically joining with a single bite. What am I?
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
Why can't Kevin, who is now living in Canada, not be buried in the USA?