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In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
A thousand wheels, but move I do not. Call me what I am, call me a lot. What am I?
I am a lunch money thief
You see a boat filled with people. It has not sunk but when you look again you don't see a single person on the boat. Why?
Some will use me, others not. Some have remembered, others forgot. For profit or gain, I'm used expertly. I can't be picked off the ground or tossed into the sea. What am I?
In your fire you hear me scream! Creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.