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I twist and turn and leave a loop. What am I?
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
To cross the water I'm the way. For water I'm above I touch it not and truth to say I neither swim nor move.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, used to cover a stare, they go with you everywhere.
What kind of coat can only be put on when wet?
What age most travelers have?