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In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
I have cities with no people forests with no trees and oceans with no water.
Die without me, never thank me. Walk right through me, never feel me. What am I?
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red. What am I?
I have four fingers and a thumb, but I'm not living. What am I?
Lynn likes grapes but not potatoes. She likes squash but not lettuce, and she likes peas but not onions. Following the same rule, will she like pumpkins or apples?