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When I point up itβs bright. When I point down itβs dark.
As a stone inside a tree, Iβll help your words outlive thee. But if you push me as I stand, the more I move the less I am.
In all the world none can compare I am a tiny weaver my deadly cloth so silky and fair.
Package beneath a tree, inside a tasty treat. Keep it for a month, the taste is just as sweet. What am I?
I have a foot but no leg. What am I?
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