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Lifeless eyes on my smiling face and watch your child's sleeping place. In their dreams they hold me tight. Who am I?
They made me a mouth, but didn't give me breath. Water gives me life, but the sun brings me death.
Feared on the playground, he steals your lunch money and distributes wedgies
Buzzing and bumbling is all we do, we fly from one plant to another and may be noisy, but hey, we are busy making sweet treat that is oh so sugary.
Small and bearded, both in the real world and in stories.
What is always coming but never arrives?