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I am drawn by everyone without pen or pencil. What am I?
I smell like blue paint pours like green paint and I look like a red truck.
As I went over London Bridge I met my sister Jenny; I broke her neck and drank her blood and left her standing empty.
My first is in riddle but not in little. My second is in think but not in brink. My third is in thyme but not in time. My fourth is in mother but not in brother. My last is in time but no t in climb.
What is the difference between a poorly dressed man on a bike, and a well-dressed man on a unicycle?
What is always coming but never arrives?