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Green arrows grow out of my sides. I go from yellow to white. My babies fly in the wind. What am I?
I am what remains when nothing is left.What am I?
I open wide and tight I shut, Sharp am I and paper-cut fingers too, so do take care, I'm good and bad, so best beware.
We are all around, yet to us you are half blind. Sunlight makes us invisible, and difficult to find
Grows from the ground, bushes and grass, leaves of yellow, red and brow, unruly plants, get the axe, trim the hedge back down.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?