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What can you catch but not throw?
With pointed fangs it sits in wait, With piercing force it doles out fate, Over bloodless victims proclaiming its might, Eternally joining in a single bite What is it?
According to many students, dogs have an appetite for this paper item
I run over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night I sit not alone. My tongue hangs out, up and to the rear, awaiting to be filled in the morning
Why did the man leave his date at the restaurant?
I am carried by mad animals.