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Tear one off and scratch my head what was red is black instead. What is it?
Though it be cold I wear no clothes the frost and snow I never fear; I value neither shoes nor hose And yet I wander far and near: My diet is forever good I drink no cider port nor sack what Providence doth send for food I neither buy nor sell nor lack.
I am an odd number. Take away one letter and I become even. What number am I?
Some try to hide, some try to cheat, but time will show we always will meet.
I go inside boots and outside shoes. What am I?
I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?