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Weight in my belly, trees on my back, nails in my ribs, feet I do lack. What am I?
I run smoother than any rhyme I love to fall but cannot climb.
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?
What is the edge of earth and bread?
I can be repeated but rarely in the same way. I can't be changed but can be rewritten. I can be passed down but should not be forgotten.
A town has only two barbers. One of the barbers has a nice, tidy haircut, and the other has a shaggy, messy haircut. Which barber should you go to?