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If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not rich, but leave silver in my track.
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own.
A leathery snake, with a stinging bite. I'll stay coiled up, unless I must fight.
Thirty men and ladies two, gathered for a festive doอพ Dressed quite formal, black and whiteอพ soon movement turned to nasty fight.
Green arrows grow out of my sides. I go from yellow to white. My babies fly in the wind. What am I?
What is lighter than what it is made of?