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In all the world, none can compare, to this tiny weaver, his deadly cloth so silky and fair.
I come in many colors, some are blue and white. While some people annoy me, I am not much for the fight. I live where people rarely tread, but you will find me close to bed. What am I?
A close relative of ketchup that people often spread on their dog.
What can honk without a horn?
What goes in the water black and comes out red?
I hold two meanings. With one I may be broken, with the other I hold on. What am I?