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I am a room that has a roof but no walls. What am I?
Tear me off and scratch my head, what once was red is black instead. What am I?
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?
I went into the woods and got it. I sat down to seek it. I brought it home with me because I couldn’t find it. What is it?
I move very slowly at an imperceptible rate although I take my time I am never late. I accompany life and survive past demise I am viewed with esteem in many women's eyes. What am I?
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?