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High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
People are hired to get rid of me. I'm often hiding under your bed. In time I'll always return you see. Bite me and you're surely dead.
You heard me before, yet you hear me again, then I die. Until you call me again.
the day before yesterday tom turned 15 next year he will turn 18 when is his birthday
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
My first is snapping, snarling, growling, My second's industrious, romping, and prowling. Higgledy piggledy Here we lie, picked and plucked, and put in a pie.