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Double my number, I'm less than a score. Half of my number is less than four. Add one to my double when bakers are near. Days of the week are still greater, I fear.
Put into a pit, locked beneath a grate, guarded through the night, yet it still goes out.
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
As beautiful as the setting sun, as delicate as the morning dew. An angel's dusting from the stars. That can turn the Earth into a frosted moon.
Turns us on our backs, and open up our stomachs. You will be the wisest of men though at start a lummox.
Lynn likes grapes but not potatoes. She likes squash but not lettuce, and she likes peas but not onions. Following the same rule, will she like pumpkins or apples?