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I am a house with two occupants sometimes one rarely three. Break the walls eat the boarders then throw away me.
I have no life but I can die. What am I?
I produce wool and spit a lot
I am black and white. I have strings I have keys. I make sound without my lips. I make dough with no flour
Without a bridle or a saddle across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride by help of me though almost blind are made to see.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?