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Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
My first is an insect; my second is a border; my whole puts the face in a tuneful disorder.
What can be forever wound up but never annoyed?
You can spin, wheel and twist, but this thing can turn without moving. What is it?
Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty killer.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?