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Walk on the living, they donβt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
I start with T end with T and within me is T.
I can speak with my hard metal tongue. But I cannot breathe, for I have no lung. What am I?
I am a bow that can never be tied or broken but can disappear. What am I?
What can you hold in your right hand but not in your left hand?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?