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Crooked as a rainbow and slick as a plate, ten thousand horses can't pull me straight. What am I?
I tremble at each breath of air, and yet can heaviest burdens bear. What am I?
Six letters it contains. Take away the last and only twelve remains. What is the word?
I am always hungry I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
What is made of wood, but can't be sawed?
I go in hard, come out soft. Blow me hard and I'll make a pop. What am I?