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Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that do not rust. What is it?
Big as a saucepan, deep as a cup, Even a river can't fill it up. What is it
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month. What am I?
Made of ten but two we make, When assembled others quake, Five apart and we are weak, Five together havoc wreak. What are we?
What has roots that nobody sees, and is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet it never grows.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?