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You may enter, but you may not come in. I have space, but no room, I have keys, but open no lock. 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?
Six letters do my name compound; among the aged oft I'm found; The shepherd also by the brook hears me when Leaning on his crook; but in the middle me divide and take the half on either side each backward read a liquor tell ev'ry gay toper knows it well.
Born in the ocean and white as snow. When I fall back to water, I disappear without a trace. What am I?
Take off my skin I won't cry but you will.
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk