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When I am caught, I am thrown away. When I escape, you itch all day. What am I?
A dagger thrust at my own heart dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand and right I yield to the twisting of the blade. What am I?
I am one with eight to spare, lest I lose my one. I'm not a number. What am I?
Before Mt. Everest was discovered what was the highest mountain in the world?
I am a box which holds keys but not locks. With the right combination, I may unlock your soul. What am I?
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.