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Some try to hide, some try to cheat, but time will show we always will meet.
Tear one off and scratch my head what was red is black instead. What is it?
As I went over London Bridge I met my sister Jenny; I broke her neck and drank her blood and left her standing empty.
I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, you’ll likely die. What am I?
I may be made of metal bone or wood and have many teeth. My bite hurts no one and the ladies love me.
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?